Из альбома: Pressure Points
I live off nothing in this world
Except the thick grey air that chains itself
Swirls all around and engrains itself
Stifles my last hope into sullen despair
I don't associate myself
With all of the people I can do without
Those who never leave mein any doubt
That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about
I enjoy the silence in my life
I don't thrive on the chaos that those contact can bring
So many empty getures
That don't mean anything
It's so hard and so cold
The texture of this world
Taht nothing in this place is soft enough to hold
And nothing like tenderness can ever ba unfurled
I don't want anything in this world
Except a thick gray air
That will keep my heart hoping
And keep my eyes open
Just in case there's something there