Текст песни сыт по горло - -

past again knocked on his back
I pretended to be deaf, put on the headphones, turned negative
picture memories was how a lady peaks
pray tell who you are, when at its peak?
and the screams that were in his head, silenced
and you be quiet if in fear of nervous tic
so we spoke types - those who were above type
I remained the same, his feet kicked the door
Water on the roof fought, breaking the silence
I made a lot of mistakes and still commit
book stores per capita, hand stick to pencil
many quirks in life, but I have chosen only one
simple reason for staying at their own backyard
motor at low speeds? yah it tries!
fear .. he or brake, or a kick in the ass
motros will see the lighthouse in the distance, will not give back

Light falls on your head ....
I like the heat here, and like and cold
I go around the city, I do not notice the paint
your tales of a broken, I'm fed up ...