Snowden piosenki

I huff gasoline from your shirt And blur the questions that no one could ever answer I empty my head of all that I know Seems like the best view is the one from below We are anti-movements, we are anti-anti One time we believed but now we don't even try...

walking by the concourse lit by the glow of a streetlight held up by hallowed ground and cigarettes flicking all around in your black eyes I hoped that I would find that you were hiding you were hiding something walked into the concourse at the end...