Cursive - A Disruption in Our Lines of Influence Тексты

The days are spent
chatting amongst the workers
of how cold it is outside,
not to mention their greatest fears
like finding their children neglected and naked
in battle for with some crack fiends,
like a substitute for love.

And no one notices something disrupting the normal swing of things.
These hands are shaking.
The gloves are touching me.
Reaper