Meet up at dusk
Out on the tracks
Quietly stare with poisoned eyes
There's nothing quite like time to tell how it is
We all tremble neath the unforgiver
Terrified
But with no reason to show it yet
If we come to higher ground in the future
I will assure you that nothing was your fault
So take my chance to lose another battle
But feel nothing at all
Meet up at dusk
Out on the tracks
Quietly stare with poisoned eyes
And it's my turn
It's taking off again
It's time to find out what's on the back of my skin
Check your instinct baby
I could have been yours
We are standing safe outside of knowledge
Where nothing ever can or will be taught
So take your right and throw it on the fire
Will change nothing at all
And it's my turn
It's taking off again
It's time to find out what's on the back of my skin
Check your instinct baby
I could have been yours
You think it's summer
But it's not
It's deceiving your eyes and paralyzing mine
You change the course
You're overlooking your defence
Our tattered flag
It's reaching for your hands
But you shut your mind to it
You fixed spikes around my heart
Meet up at dusk
Out on the tracks
Quietly stare with poisoned eyes
And it's my turn
It's taking off again
It's time to find out what's on the back of my skin
Check your instinct baby
I could have been yours
Greito maisto valgykloj "uzkalnieciai" susitinka bulkute, sasyskyte ir buterbrodukas. Ateina jiems skundziasi surainis, desrainis ir falafelainis, kad ju niekas nenori. Buterbrodukas sako: mes irgi ne madoj. Surainis: - tai kada sugrisim i mada?
Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
Pamato veipintoja, startupininka ir omfgoda.
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