Текст: 5th Projekt. Circadian. Distraktid.

Talking about my mouth you?ve got me distracted
You think I belong in this world of solid objects
You want to transfer ghosts to humanism.
Diverted from regaining my own natural rhythm
Shaded from what I know I?ve been missing
Distracted
You tell me I need nothing to say
Cuz you can read in to how I sway
When it appeared that I was looking up at the sky
I was looking at those crazy creatures in my eyes