Текст: Amaran. Primal Nature.
Just maybe
You could smash my soul, please
Just maybe
You could twist my mind in time
Just because or maybe
My heart fell to the ground
And the pieces were scattered
In secluded places
In expanded minds
There's no such thing as the end
Someday I wish you reborn
Could strip off our masks
In the land of the free
In the land of the free
I guess stoner eyes do see
Things too rapidly
Moving round and round and round,
Moving round and round and round
I guess stoner hearts do break
Before it's all too late
Moving round and round and round,
Moving round and round and round
Just maybe
You could break my walls, please
Just maybe
It wouldn't be that hard in time
Just because or maybe
My fist fell to the ground
And the pieces were scattered
Nothing gets straight
It's not too late
Pills and powder in small (?)
Someday I wish you reborn
Could strip off our masks
In the land of the free
In the land of the free
I guess stoner eyes do see
Things too rapidly
Moving round and round and round,
Moving round and round and round
I guess stoner hearts do break
Before it's all too late
Moving round and round and round,
Moving round and round and round.
You could smash my soul, please
Just maybe
You could twist my mind in time
Just because or maybe
My heart fell to the ground
And the pieces were scattered
In secluded places
In expanded minds
There's no such thing as the end
Someday I wish you reborn
Could strip off our masks
In the land of the free
In the land of the free
I guess stoner eyes do see
Things too rapidly
Moving round and round and round,
Moving round and round and round
I guess stoner hearts do break
Before it's all too late
Moving round and round and round,
Moving round and round and round
Just maybe
You could break my walls, please
Just maybe
It wouldn't be that hard in time
Just because or maybe
My fist fell to the ground
And the pieces were scattered
Nothing gets straight
It's not too late
Pills and powder in small (?)
Someday I wish you reborn
Could strip off our masks
In the land of the free
In the land of the free
I guess stoner eyes do see
Things too rapidly
Moving round and round and round,
Moving round and round and round
I guess stoner hearts do break
Before it's all too late
Moving round and round and round,
Moving round and round and round.