Okay, I'll admit that I really don't understand
Il tuo voto:
On some driven ship,
the morning commuter ride,
everything is orange and bright.

Your invisible now,
and I know that it's hard to get used to.



The panoramic scene,
the landscape's grande design,
the moment overtakes your life.

In the silver mornig sun
the worst is magnified
it makes you see the use of Christ.
Il tuo voto:
Another moth disintegrates
Hovering in the beam
Of a searchlight
That's looking for a trace
Of a plane
Whose pilot, it's a shame
Has gone insane
You can see the silhouette
Across the moon
He hung himself mid-flight
In the bathroom

Why is it so high?
Why is it so much?
Il tuo voto:
I'm going to India over and over again.
I'm standin' in a cylinder, seein' all the bleedin' vaginas.
I feel it now comin' over me so I strive to love the Messiah.
I'm goin' to India over and over again.
I'm rushin' to the nearest station, feet and hands collided with the driver.
All that I think, all I thought and all I know the Syrian missile guides itself into the vaginas.
I'm goin' to India over and over again.
Il tuo voto:
As if to be some kind of test..
born out of the boredom of who's better than the rest.
This time they wouldn't measure the pointless small details..
the only thing that mattered was if the "you" prevailed.
Maybe it's just some coincidence that natural selection always works the best.
what if they didn't count the molecules that failed
and the only thing that mattered were the pieces that prevailed.
Il tuo voto:
How will we know
If this rush of noise we're hearin'
is the world's biggest hammer
comin' down on our heads crushing our lives,
and everything that we've said,
crushing the existence of any small effects we've had
or is it just some super-sonic flux invented in the future
blowin' up so hard you can hear it before it happens
... how will we know?
Il tuo voto:
This song is an instrumental.
Il tuo voto:
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