So grab this statement And read between the lines I'm walking on an edge That's how I stay alive I need a fix now The pills I have to take It helps me
глупостям, с тобою всё уже не важно И не уютно думать, жаль что не удивились прежде-прежде. Припев: Тонкие ткани твои прикосновения Хрупкие грани неловкие движения Тонкие ткани
дикий рев мотоциклов детей они смотрят программы отмеряя стограммы когда дети приводят блядей здесь все готово чтобы рвать ткань все готово чтобы рвать ткань
To finger paint is not a sin I put my middle finger in Your monthly blood is what I win I'm in your house now let me spin Python power straight from
Wait till' you you see the fabrics of our lives. Some so soft some so delicate any yet some people are so rough just like sand paper Wait until you see
Scar tissue the I wish you saw Sarcastic mister know it all Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause With the bird I'll share With the bird I'll share
They said it was only a dream And dreaming was only for fools But let me tell you the secret Dreams are alive just like me and you Dreams can be real
A morbid fascination with all things in extremes A limited sport will leave its spot on me Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep I'm in the attention
Calm down Deep breaths And get yourself dressed Instead of running around And pulling all your threads And breaking yourself up If it's a broken part
Scar tissue that I wish you saw Sarcastic mister know it all Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause With the birds I'll share With the birds I'll share
I can't think straight Help me now before it's too late Now what do I care? 'Cause we're going nowhere Going nowhere Going nowhere Going nowhere I can
Friends, a warehouse pain They tack their own car A thousand kids who buried their parents There's laughing outside We're locked out of the public eye
You always said "I should follow my star Take a chance and I might go far" I wanna ride a camel, wanna smoke a cigar I wanna be a king of Orient-ah Oh
One two three, oh I twist, you shout I'm in, you're out Too sharp, too flat It's fate and that's that Get with it, baby Bonjour, adieu Can't win with
You could call me a car lover 'Cause I love it in a motor And the way it feels To rob a man on four wheels I hardly know you But I think I'm going to
And now we find Looking back at your state of mind Was it all just a cover up Woke your mother up, you were on TV Did the devil say to you You can make
We were sauced right there on Brighton Beach You a goth and I was such a peach I sought to be the best at it P C Plod he still arrested it We're getting
I'm really close you see Feel it breathing In my living heart I see you going for a life that's cruising Waste at smart I really do I really want it,
