Текст песни: The Faint. Typing: 1974-2048.

I've been typing for hours
While he waits alone in the bushes
There's a guy on the back lawn
He can look under mats
But he won't get in
He scales the walls with almost no sound
I'm sitting dead still with the light on
I'm sending off my resignation
Before he gets to all I got
I'm staring at nothing
My frozen joints all broke away
I'm sending off to find them