Из альбома: The Priddle Concern
The plane goes up
The plane goes down
Buildings rise
They just start from underground
Plas and dreams
They never found
The structures weak
But that part of me is sound
We all get up
We all get beaten down
ah..
My mood is up
My mood is down
Business transactions
Continue right up town
Secerets to hide
With verbs and nouns
Credits fine
But it's easily lost in the crowd
We all get up
We all get beaten down