Oh, my lover, you want a kiss? Oh, my lover, I'll give gifts of my sickness My lover my mother my sister my son anyone I'll be the one to smother your
Now that your cover's blown Who will be next to go? I dig the tunes and all but the fashion is killing all the fun There is no better way to isolate
I'm inconsistent, I'm inconsiderate I'm preying on the unstable They're gonna fix us with cable televisions They're full of cruel intentions And they'
You?re gonna need permission To have your own opinion When the bosses frown Time slows down for so long I?m painting pictures With newspaper clippings
Sent out a call to acquaintances We're gonna leave around five, on time Get up and move yourself to the shuffle beat, Garage band degree. Polyrhythmic
I crawled out of my window Stepped into the backyard It?s not nuclear fission But it?s still pretty hard Outer space has a way Of making me want to believe
I?ll try to find my inspiration in this beautiful day Since there is nothing else worth watching on my TV Everyday I wake up but there?s somewhere else
I could see the sky from afar was sitting blue and so still And I could see the clouds rolling in were forcing us to the hills I could see the sky from
She is an honest And goodness kind of queen And he is an honest And one kind of king Rich and beautiful The perfect melody For the music we make And
Welcome to our show Please let me introduce us Sea sick form tricks of humanity She?s got the new key to existing And if you?d like to talk This is killing
At the pinnacle of happiness Thought we really wanted this It?s hard to measure your success With dollars and cents It?s nice to have you back Where
We will be killed in 24 hours. That's why we sleep on the floor. Every time I see myself, I choke on the loathe inside. Kiss the misses goodbye, Yea,
Act like you?ve got a complicated mind It?s funny looking in from the outside And I?ve been laughing for too long You?ve got to know your limitations
Traducció: Lluny. Menys.
Traducció: Far-Less. Cors de paper.
Traducció: Far-Less. Els camps de Potter.
Traducció: Far-Less. La ignorància és Bliss.
Traducció: Far-Less. Fora de balanç.
