Giving into countless pressure
When will it ever give up?
Even after I let up
The weight, it still won't stop
I guess since that's how I live, why would I expect any less?
Word for word, reading from a script
Absorbed by mindless pricks
The time has more than run out
We tried and still lost ourselves
Fools follow fools
This world's a wound that fiends on dopamine
So let it, let it
Be deceived
Who am I to argue with dummies?
So let 'em, let 'em
Be deceived
The time has more than run out
We tried and still lost ourselves
Buried in deception
We were always gonna hang on
The world will soon cave in
Buried in regression
Tyrants, liars, swindlers, tricksters
When will they ever give up?
Even after the veil drops
The damage can't be stopped
The time has more than run out
We tried and still lost ourselves
The world wants to be deceived
Let it, let it be deceived
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?