Aching, tearing fabric,
Dragging footsteps through unsympathetic streets.
Grinding teeth, brittle bones.
The weight of a world not my own flung onto well-worn shoulders.
When was it I wrote this and everything mattered?
When was it I seemed to matter to some?
Were my tears tasting sour, losing hope by the hour?
We were never this bent over hours well spent.
None the wiser.
Fed up being poorly fed.
This tasteless nourishment is like salt in my wounds.
Only the bitter notion of a sour aftertaste
Still party my lips in sweet sickening addiction.
When was it I wrote this and everything mattered?
When was it I seemed to matter to some?
Was there blue in your song,
Seeping red from your lips?
Pay no mind, mind no matter.
None the wiser.
All the same.
I must have forgotten to count the days,
Mark the pages that tell of my age.
Pay no mind, mind no matter.
No matter what, it matters not.
To none.
None the wiser.
All the same.
In fierce pacing sinews a tension relentlessly rises.
One risk too many worth taking. A beating of senses.
I'm senseless, towering restless over my horizon.
When was it I wrote this and everything mattered?
When was it I seemed to matter to some?
Were my tears tasting sour, losing hope by the hour?
We were never this bent over hours well spent.
None the wiser.
When was it I wrote this and everything mattered?
When was it I seemed to matter to some?
Was there blue in your song, seeping red from your lips?
Pay no mind, mind no matter.
None the wiser.
Pamenu kokiais 1985ais kai Lietuvoje dar nebuvo Dievo, rimtesniu baznyciu, renginiu, katinas leopoldas buvo pirmas krikscionis neses Dievo zinia i dar sovietine sali.
Jei esi geras – viskas lengva kelyje,
O kai atvirkščiai – sunku ir tamsu darosi tiesiog.
Pasidalink su kiekvienu džiaugsmu savo tyru,
Sėk aplinkui juoką skambų ir tyrą.
Jei dainas dainuoji – linksmiau pasidaro,
O kai atvirkščiai – nuobodu ir pilka, be gal
Daina Jei esi geras leopoldas.
Lietus basas per žemę nubėgo,
Klevams per pečius tapšnojo delnais.
Jei diena giedra – gera ir miela,
O kai atvirkščiai – liūdna pasidaro visai.
Girdis, kaip skamba aukštai danguje
Saulės spindulių stygos šviesios.
Jei esi g
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Erotomanas: Sto pensando a noi
Patrakus senute: Can't stop thinking of you
Eros: ono umana situazioni
Patrakus: They're just human contradictions (R.I.P.)