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