Из альбома: This is for the Blue Collars
my deal when you seem to
have lost your touch
so goes the present
so goes your thoughts on paper
then sheets of paper
im wrapped in
sheets paper thin
real lights flickers
seduction
from hotel beds
a mediocre whisper
feels something
I'm wrapped in the time
of temperate self disclosure
you're the one continuus
antagonist on my thoughts
move in from full set
this water outlines
definitions washed away
statues stare down those
that went
to see them crumble
sing never can have those loose
and never kept
we waste away
we waste something
I'm wrapped in the time
of temperate self disclosure
your the one continuous
antagonist on my thoughts
I am slowly sinking
sinking slowly
I am weightless
I am slowly sinking
sinking slowly
I am weightless
I am slowly sinking
sinking slowly
I am
I am slowly
I am weightless
I'm wrapped in the thought
of temperate self disclosure
your the one
continuous
antagonist on my thoughts
antagonist on my thoughts
antigonist
on my thoughts
on my thoughts