Текст: The Faint. Defy The Ailments.

Our training's almost done
The graduation's near
The experience of loosing the diversion of my memory
Has led to no conclusion
Other than I motion silently
When an instance I recall
(Or should recall, I mean)
Arises, I can't delay
I cannot get caught; defy the ailments
I wonder where they come from
I wonder where they come from
I wonder what the hell they'll do with me when I'm older
I'll stumble through the market
Forgetting what the hell I've come there for
Defy the ailments