You see my head's off resting in this delusional stare
You see I'm wasted
I can't quite get up yet
You see my head's off resting in this delusional stare
The room kept spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning
And I'm a fucking mess
So I closed my eyes
I shut them so tight
To witness explosions of pure color and beauty
The room kept spinning and spinning
I start to think a little differently at what we are
I watched the color drain from the world, that day [x2]
We're so very insignificant [x4]
With my eyes shut so tight
I'm still seeing all of this beautiful light [x3]
The room kept spinning, and spinning, and spinning, and spinning
And I'm a fucking mess
We're so very insignificant
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?