Been sitting so long thought I forgot how to walk
In the midst of all the stillness there's a new kind of knock
Knock-knock in my head, not-not in the bed
Pull the covers sleeping underneath a blanket of dread
Night time right time
Every living thing every feather finger fin
Minutes in between
Push us further from the sea
Elementary high university, why
After school it's up to you
To fabricate all the lies
Close the window blinds
Stick to only your kind
Strength in numbers means you're just another number in line
Unfed, undead, talking in our sleep
Resolutions we can't keep
Unsaid, unread, slipping in the deep
Never sowing what we reap
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?