Текст: Chaplan. Memo.

This picture frame crashes to the ground, onto photographs spread across the floor.
These ceiling tiles keep coming down. This buildings got to fall.

Put this memo in your pocket so you dont forget the way you felt.
Still I wear these blank lines on my sleeves and in my hands.
And its so terrible how everyone will wait, in line to jump through windows.

The clock says time has come for me to walk out of my own grave.
But my neighbors steal the silence off my shelves and give it out to everyone.

Put this memo in your pocket so you dont forget the way you felt.
Still I wear these blank lines on my sleeves and in my hands.
And its so terrible how everyone will wait, in line to jump through windows.

And I cant wait until this town burns straight down to the ground.
Cause theres no more air left inside this room. Its a furnace now, as were burning up.
The clock strikes 10 on this broken face. Hands crash down, the gears delay.
But theres one more line I thought you should hear. Im dying now, thanks to you my dear.

Put this memo in your pocket so you dont forget the way you felt.
Still I wear these blank lines on my sleeves and in my hands.
And its so terrible how everyone will wait, in line to jump through windows