Woorden: Apex Theory (The). Topsy-Turvy. Drown Ink.

Thanks for these new sheets
But I've been hanging
Fire from your everyday
The knack for the fixed
Been holding water
That you snatched away

Bells and whistles make the man
Like you're a hophead
Waiting to happen
A welcome waiting to offend
Who will buy the farm?

The sheep with their longing to shed (x2)
Longing to shed...

My fellow and gone
Chiefs custom make us
Who we are... (x2)
...hello

My fellow and gone
Chiefs custom make us
Who we are...
So my Father and my Mom
You will always hold shelter
In my heart... love lasts

To escape the customary cycles of parables
The world begins anew
And we are inseparable
They said you brought light
The doors are always open

My fellow and gone
Chiefs custom make us
Who we are... (x2)
So my Father and my Mom
You will always hold shelter
In my heart...