Texty:
Vzor

I like to wake alone, to lie and turn to stone Comfort me, oh come to me, I won't go on I like to walk along, to keep my head screwed on Comfort me, oh

Growth; is that what it takes? Disintegration; a world full of snakes This is Machiavellian Strategy, An extensive form of tragedy Evolution; countercharge

Oh one night of mercy Give me one night of merciful Shocks to the skull Watching these specimens grow Small miracles stuffed In old powder kegs Can't

it tries so hard, i'll give it that, it's painful to watch i grease the bear the gumption's there but the job's always botched what's it now i just don

Dreaming of the willow pattern A phase I'm going through Dreaming of the willow pattern There?s something I should do I?d never see the world without

Caroline, inspiration true Left it all behind and turned her hand to something new Suddenly left for better shores With the kind of reckless abandon that

She says she loves these United States of America and the flag for which it stands, of thee I sing And she tells me she's a liar but I don't believe her

I've given up everything 'til it seems so fucking wrong I've always been tied to you, now the bond is fucking gone You're just a victim of your own decisions

You wear a cheap disguise Your only vice until the end Don't have an alibi You never try, you just condemn You pressure everything You never bring, you