Fanfarlo - Myth of Myself (A Ruse to Exploit Our Weaknesses) Тексты

What Is This Thing
That lives inside of me
Like a plastic gun
Full of empty thrills

It Keeps Me In The Dark
Have you got on too
It pretends we are a part
Not just one or two

Should We Kill It Off
Cut it fast and deep
Well It feel so wrong
Ridiculous and cheap

Try to find something concrete
Have you got one too
Try to pin it down
They will flip it out of you

But it will pull it out
And put it on itself
It comes crashing down
Every time I sleep

Should We Chase it Off
Put a matchstick to the hay
We could stage our own
Death will walk away

I'll kill a something new
I can believe
Cause I walk Around the clock
And I end up tired

I walk around the clock
And At The End I Was Tired

Should we play alone
Wicked's little game
Just believe there's rules
We could Stay and sway

I walk around the clock
And At The End I Was Tired
And I know it will let you down
The smelling up to last
Cause it comes all way down
And burn it up itself

It comes crashing down
Anytime see
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down