Overexposing the photographs, we can see what we pretend we can see. Out on the edge of the city scene, we feel what we pretend we can feel. The days are getting longer and drier and hotter, evaporating the last of the water. Basking in majestic ridicule. Breaking down, the molecules ricochet and decay. Staring back at me with broken eyes, like empty stalls at abandoned shopping malls. Ricochet and decay. We'll catch our breath before we run and fall with all our might into the surveilling savage sun, closing in from all sides, I can't hide. Everything tastes like the bitter end.
Anticipating a dull parade. Celebrating a silent chase. I don't believe that we'll disappear, if we can't consistently prove we're here, but we don't belong in this jurisdiction. They're selling t-shirts at this crucifixion, and we don't have the corresponding currency, it's an odyssey of absurdity. Ricochet and decay. We'll catch our breath before we run, with all our might into the surveilling sun. Everything tastes like the bitter end. Everything tastes like the bitter end.
And I'm losing face from all the other sides. I can't hide. I can't hide. Everyday, I'm at a loss, and I'm suffering fools, like a suffering fool. Everything that I touch, feels like the bitter end, and it's radiating, effortlessly graceful, and it's closing in, from all the other sides, I can't hide. I can't hide.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
