Слова:
Belvedere Fast Forward Eats The Tape

leave me alone, don't want to talk about anything at all except for sleep and maybe some peace of mind leave me alone time on my own talk myself to

The remote control feels like a shotgun, discharging more nonsense through my head no solidarity, in what we are and what we see I want to smash the

There's nothing now just sit and stare while lying on his rocking chair just waiting for it to be over there was a time back when he's carried all that

pictures of carbon burned off of resources no voice of honesty worth transmitting at all the signal has no where to go ui don't feel privaledged to

distractions from the ordinary real life just not good enough explanations hard to come by living outside the institutions waking in awkward situations

FUCK YOU, will be message number one with several clever jabs to follow that one so sit there smirking you waste of skin this time we've seen enough,

i wake up in sweat, my dreams collapsed like boxes painfully the light opens my eyes i'm finding it strange to hope for a few more hours knowing that

finally i see your plan and now i've come to understand you should have told me all the lies were true But that was all so long ago, maybe bout a week