Texty:
Waterdown The Files You Have On Me

convenience no longer standing now we kneel why don't you get out before you're dead why don't you get out do you really want to sleep do you really

parapraphs you're not a citizen they can see you unless you drown they will find you unless you die they will send you back they can see you through

me what will be left of me you'll never hesitate to invade my privacy do not pretend your men do not follow me make me believe your ideas the end of history make me

who like i opened a box full of yesterday you still haunt me you were well hidden for all these years yet still you were there all this time, on my fingers

have to drive i might take my eyes off the road i might look at you my hands are shaking cant you just drive me home tonight? i can put on a tape we

to me the friends i made the things i've seen to you this means nothing all you care about is you everything you call an achievement so go and get what you