The remote control feels like a shotgun,
discharging more nonsense through
Leave me alone, don't wanna talk
About anything at all except
(There's no excuse) And that's the reason why I feel
(Angry,
Finally I see your plan now I've come to understand
You
Remember never needing sorted explanations
Never had to think about it
Never
There's nothing now, just sit and stare
While lying on his
My eyes burn in the sun and my thoughts begin
Pictures of carbon burned off of resources
No voice of honesty
When art is all but gone
Will anybody care
All creativity becomes
Distractions from the ordinary
Real life just not good enough
Explanations har
What difference does it make, is it so important
Worth the
FUCK YOU, will be message number one
with several clever jabs
Hello concrete, hello pain, it looks like I'm paired
On the ice he's me favorite player, ten goals a
I woke up in sweat, my dreams collapsed like boxes
Painfully