Текст: ChicoSci. Method Of Breathing. Quail.

You think I clog up the drain
That it all sounds the same
You hear the strange sound
This is what I am
No apologies

You say you are the real
You say you are the real

No one wants this
Nobody but you
Incapable of waking up
Enmity
It's you or nothing
I'd take a blank wall any day
No more wasted breath
No more

If it's so simple
Every time
I die in your conflicting mind
If it's so simple
Every time
I die in your conflicting mind

You say you are the real
You say you are the real

The real coward