Тексты песен «Cire»

A plastic bag of revelations. Count my patience in grams. Never "I am" just "was". Now sleeping. Words are useless. Brains are truthless and love to waste time, making reasons for hormone shifts we call fate. Our...

One man, alive. If I may assert so much, I feel open wide, heartbeats like echoes of this pulsing life, radiating warmth through me and quieting my mind. Keeping me afloat for a while as stability unwinds...

This choke hold is driving me away from your world. Far from complying, I'm so drenched in spite, I'd chew off my own feet before stepping in line. Crawl back out to be pushed down. Come lay down to be dissolved.....

One thing should be coming across as abundantly clear: there's more than one valid way to live. But you clutch to your absolutes, preaching with confidence, breeding intolerance, and setting limits on me. You're a...

Marijuana cigarettes are called "Joints". One that has been partially smoked is called a "roach". Note this burned hotspot in the paper. Unrefined marijuana, called "unmanicured", often contains seeds. Marijuana...

I'll save a hole for you to crawl into when you wake up to see, this great deceit you bought into. Your face will melt, and soon you'll be consumed. (chorus) We've got highly specific information, feed it to your...

Just a few facts that I thought you should know... Life increases your chances of dying, so why are you trying at all? On a walk in the summer sun you're more likely to be in a homocide, not to mention the cancer...

We've opened up the book in your cells to find your soul and define your reason. In your chromosomes we see you naked without the fairy tales that feel like home, and every treasured variation and ideation is...

This is meaningless. A life into a metaphor seems pressed in one direction, one dimension of conflicting forms. Start to abstract from this fluctuation static forms, eternalize and prophesize the random shades into...

A moment to pause and rest my oversized, overpriced head. I'm gazing at the edges of our geometric nests against a backdrop of atmosphere, and squinting to blur it all clear. Realizing that there's no distinction,...

The frail threads of perception connect to no certainty. There's no magnetism toward the truth, just you and me floating in our minds, in our galaxy, searching for something to help us through. So disregard your...