My shaky hands in the morning When I'm being beamed back down I log onto the website Where a 2D flame surrounds the building I'm in now Ask, "Do you see the bodies?" They're thrown around like plastic in the wind The bigger picture is immobile When you're used to only seeing from the ends
It cracks me up It gets me out, but it's pulling me down It cracks me up It gets me out, but it's pulling me down Clipped from the sides, you're looking rough Was that another month gone? Can't get thе kick, or taste the salt And now the mеmory's gone It shoots me up It gets me out, but it's pulling me down It cracks me up It gets me out, but it's pulling me down It cracks me up It gets me out, but it's pulling me down Clipped from– Me up It gets me out, but it's pulling me downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
