There was a storm and we washed up on a terminal beach All the palm trees, cell phone towers, little metal coconuts And in the ruins, ancient desktops, cables running to the sand Full of messages, full of body, that nobody understand
Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us
We climbed inside of the holy mountain to stream it on demand Our highest towers are nothing more now than little metal puts in the sand We told the monster where I live to show that we understand Look around us everything here stands between us in the ham
Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us
Left, left behind, left behind with a metal long put (Left, left behind, left behind with a metal long put) I used to dream of all my dreams can save inside my mind And lovesick mother fuckers that said don’t be evil ’bout it (Left, left behind, left behind with a metal long put) I used to dream of all my dreams can save inside my mind And lovesick mother fuckers that said don’t be evil ’bout it Left, left behind, left behind with a metal long put All the servers, at our service only servants to each other I feel the clouds fell, all we had left were our midst. (and out that picture?)
Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us Too afraid to think that what we were taught to think could hurt us
Too afraid to think that what we’re taught to think could hurt us Too afraid to think that what we’re taught to think could hurt us
So we’re shielding all our children from the glow of a rectangleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
