Texty: Pageninetynine. Document #3. Openings.

Tears for ourselves, (what we can do to ourselves)
When friends are all we have, (what we can do to ourselves)

My fingers, my wrist
Some clicks, some control
My soul's in the sand, your face in the waves
I try to come to you,
But every time...I drown

Can't you see these tears?
What's been taught for years
Has filled me with these fears
We've clouded up our clear

All we can hope to do is to hold hands
(But you don't understand, you can't understand)

Segmentation fault, cause it's all my...
Segmentation fault, cause it's all my...
Segmentation fault, cause it's all my...
Segmentation it's all my...UNITY (fault)