Birds In Row piosenki

Underestimated and over-jaded. With a constant feeling of kissing the ground. And a bitter taste of non-personal failures going down. The liars have never told us about growing up as being a self-resignation. You can climb the hill or just die trying. So many...

Long gone is the guilt For Narcisses’ selfie sticks Have replaced the hand of a fellow And the louder we speak The louder it resonates Empty rooms only send back but never listen Your own smell’s a blessing Until a tongue capitulates on your stink, stin...

It looks like a dream where someone used my body without permission. The reallier it looks, the deeper i understand. Help me ! 'cause i feel like i'm alone in a giant black hole. Help me! Regrets are stuck to my bones. I thought the world could have saved from...

With my hands ties up and my body sinking into the sea. I’ll still escape from this. Put me in a box, and I disappear, I’m the illusionist. Beware of you pockets, I’m not the one who can be trusted. Just a pretender what you are sure to see, what I give you to...

A bunch of thoughts quietly laying on the silence, and a ton of reasons to not open the doors. I’ve been looking for space and time in the moments I shared, but time fades away and my space is a whore raped by thousands of strangers, and begging for rest. Call...

Doctor please, I need a new hope. The more I run, the more the track becomes a living hell paved with regrets. I’ve been looking for some help. The smiles in the streets they scare. The hands on my back they fucking weight. The picks in my head they help, I be...

Zeroes harvesting the gallows And distances to braid the best of ropes How many masks? How many speeches For those you'll never see speak? For those we know too well to meet Millions of diagrams cover the walls We count and locked the doors Who the fuck...

Passive complainers are travellers with no memories. They put down their bags and show us their sore feet. But the question is: would a hot bath make them shut their mouths ? They've got time to complain but no seconds to change. Living criticism never lightin...

A provocation to loneliness, when all the best ends up into a grand march that doesn’t fit you. Insisting looks and cheeps perfumes on trampled sidewalks are aggressions that I won’t answer to. I try, I swear, I doubt, I fail, I tried, I swear, I tried, I trie...