Texty:
Falling Sickness

sounds and rhythms arranged in time bands acrry a concept, then leave it behind day after day, a whirlwind of nothing synthetic feelings dull me to death

moving mouths that say nothing open eyes blinking blindly identity crisis fighting for a last glance stuck in traffic without a last chance what will

you can talk about saving the world you can talk, talk , talk, talk....about it and all the evils of humanity I'm pretty sure you've heard enough about

I'm gonna kick these notes right into the streets where they belong to liven up deadbeats I'm gonna suck the juice out of this life and spit it past the

at nights when all us weirdo freaks crawl out and have a blast making sense ain't easy the daylight hours can't save us now we'll leave them in the past

out of focus low on hope am I out of my mind? can you help me? out of answers ran out of reasons am I making any sense? can you help me? so proud to be

Preklad: Padajúce nemocenskom. Tak dobrý.

burns me Burning as I fall Cast away Speechless in the holy way I survive The scourge and banishing To scorching land I am lord, I take command Fall

radio 'Cause I'm so sick of love songs So sick of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs So sick and slow So