If you've got secrets, then tell us
We can throw them all away
If you've got secrets, then tell us
We swear to God that we won't say
Let lying dogs lay
When fear becomes a pleasure
The pressure puts the weight on no one else's back
Remember, never admit it
It's a simple case of fitting fantasy into fact
Oh, what a shame
Can't give a new name
If you woke up this morning, found that all the clocks had stopped
If you woke up this morning, then you're halfway to the top
Keep climbing up up
Thank your mother or whomever
Now put your hands together for another day
Heavy rocks in your pocket, just drop it, fill the pit
Now give it a new name
Atskirkim faktus nuo vaizduotes. Faktas#1: svetaines atmosfera itempta. Faktas#2: lankosi daugiamete neapykanta man jauciantys zmones. Vaizduote#1: vieni nariai susimoke su kitais. Vaizduote#2: esu sekamas Vaizduote#3: laukiama mano mirties. Kas tiesa
Jei netikrumas yra geriausia ne kaltinti liga, valdzia ar ateivius visokius. Tad Einarai: ar esi pries mane susimokes; ar mane seki; ar pabrezdamas lauki mano mirties. Trys klausimai estafete. Jei bus lengviau bendraut man po to su musico nariais.
Einarai+4Blackberry, esme ne skaiciukuose, bet esme kad liga man sako jog daug gaidziu susimoke, gaidziai stebi gaidindamiesi, daug gaidziu mirties nori. Taigi toks vat nesaugumo jausmas ir itarinejimai del to. Kaip cia yra?