I used to feel invincible
Nothing could stop me
Now the smallest things are crippling
Where did my passion go?
Why don't I dream anymore?
Is there anything real out there?
I've lost all faith I had before
How much more can I take
Sick of making the same mistakes
These memories have torn my heart
Now time is running out
It's hard to face the facts
Head hurts from thinking
All of this could have been avoided
I had to destroy it all
I had to start a new
What is lurking around the corner?
This arrow of time is irreversible
This endless loop repeating infinitely
I'm swallowed by the storm
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?