Woorden:
Hal At Tension

as if you won't find us a job Won't appreciate Our creations But I hate all those stupid things you love You've got too much We've got nothing at all

Distrattamente mi uccide e non mi chiede perche, fotte le mie sicurezze cadendo in piedi Mi guarda sempre piu inquieta divora la mia vilta, s'insinua