Текстове на песни:
7 Years Shape Without Form

I am confused by a traffic of minds, they invade my reason and transform in paranoia, rambling paranoia. That can only make me feel bad, I?m still paying

Emma is a girl, she don?t care about anyone. Many boys are dead for her. Emma is a tree, she don?t care about anything. Green leaves on her branch,

are? ? Whispering with dried voices that are so quiet and meaningless as wind in dry grass. Or in our cellar, rats feet over broken glass?a shape without form

Witches of papier-mache row on a silvery lake daughters of the twilight quietness. Isolated by the world of hypocrisy by false optimists. Unsolved rebus

creatures on earth insects lizards plants and any mals to illuminate one another and bring themselves to a hyper state of awareness a new harmony without computers and without