Are we predisposed as embryos
To find a soul somewhere
Down this rabbit hole
Rapidly adapting
We struggle with this gravity
Trying to stay on our feet
Ashes to ashes
Dust into dust
Lay your memories
Out to rust
Complicate, confuse, and change
Every conscious move we make
Constantly consuming days
Without a clue of what to do
Stumbling on this reckless youth
Trying to find some truth
Ashes to ashes
Dust into dust
Lay your memories
Out to rust
Ashes to ashes
Dust into dust
Lay your memories
Out to rust
Bittersweet melodies
Amazing grace haunting me
Memories fade to gray
Ashes to ashes
Excite and more less or more between the lines
Die, adore, bride and whore ignore, remind
Ashes to ashes
Dust into dust
Lay your memories
Out to rust
Bittersweet melodies
Amazing grace haunting me
Jei mano protevis pries 770 metu buvo koks jotvingis, jis prie Mindaugo valdymo turbut mego muzika prie lauzo ir buvo snekorius, pasakorius, fantaziorius
Ne dėl temperatūros, o dėl to, kad lyja kas 5 minutes. Negali iškelti kojos iš namų. Čia kaip toj humoristinėj situacijoj, kai iškeli koją - lyja, grįžti atgal - nustoja lyti.
O jeigu oro temperaturai faka rodyt, nu nezinau tada temperaturos idealios. Visi pagal save megsta, ziauriai dideles, ziauriai mazas megsta tik ekstremalai