Слова:
Reuben In Nothing We Trust

layers of history Layers of history Oh yeah Youre holding hands Youre making debts Youre growing old Dying Everything you do ****** might of seen you Theres something else Trust

the riff, that opened nevermind, and that guy stood up stiff. Since those first discoveries, I've tried to recreate, the feeling I had back then, but nothing

with soldier's hearts, For pioneers of earthly arts... You and me, we're dead in the blink of an eye. We've been and gone... ...we're dead in a blink

I am regret, I am doubt, I am alone, I am without, I am dispair, I am guilt, I am the sand on which I built. I am a laze, I'm wasted youth, I am aggression

Just a big bass line and drums, got guitarists sucking their thumbs, 4 barre or two, that's how to do it. Play some keys, it makes it swell I don't