Текст песни
Hidden in the grotto grotto,
Crying speeches like a motto
Hidden in the grotto grotto
Tracking sucking like a loco
Hidden in the grotto grotto
Lucky laking like a loco
HIDDEN!
The face
Deface
The big disgrace
The trace
The chase
The shifting place
The leech
The screech
The never reach
The lies
The cries
The someone dies
(How would you tame the wolves if they're brave and you're not?)
Endless hours of feeling shallow
Rotting deadly hollow hollow
Endless hours of feeling shallow
Burning grining dead marshmallows
Endless hours of feeling shallow
Endless seconds wallow wallow
ENDLESS HOURS!
The shake
The fake
The feeling cold
The cry
Inside
The getting old
The tease
Disease
The rotting core
The lair
Despair
The uncontrol
I can hear my blood
I can hear my blood
I can hear my blood
I can hear my blood
And when you want it over
You just make it
Worse by thinking all about it
Feeling things that never happened
Hear the crack of bones unbroken
All those thoughts that keep you woken
I can see me laying
Dying out of pain
Shivers down my spine
Not feeling okay
Okay
I can't see the reason treason of the body of the mind duck season for my sanity
Guess it's time for weaken weekend, wish to be dead, see the beacon, lead me to the afterlife
I can see me lying, dying, find me signs to get back on track, it sucks, I'm not even sick
There is no messiah, gaia, or fucking gods of mayans, sayans, feeling a paraiah