Текст песни: Мои Ракеты Вверх. Gewgaw.

Sometimes i feel like stolid
I don’t care at all
Well. You don’t.
Pique oneself on
Inertia
Elide at loggerheads
With a mow

Ever lied to be your own?
Ever lied to come back home?
Got that, don’t you?
Gospel! Not you!