our wounds Love is insane and baby so we're too, yeah It's our hearts little grave and the salt in our wounds The salt in our wounds, the salt in our wounds
She wears yellow, she wears pink Got her underwear in the sink Sisters rot sisters bleed Sisters something I don't need All day hagging on the phone
Inspirational, Interpretive, Improvisational, Intuitive, Intellegent, are just some of the words that offer some insight as to the lyrical content of
Did all the things kids are supposed to do Played mini golf ate chinese food Drugs Movies Video till I drop All this fun stuff has got to stop Sick of
fuck 'em over one more day All this behavior welded in This elaborate plot how can I win On this culture I depend It's too deep will I ever mend Maybe
I saw it on the news The victims had no shoes Their home was gone The lights left on The fireman suspects "FOUL PLAY" I saw it through my lens The suffering
Things are all coming at me They're not even real I cannot grasp their existence If they're things I cannot feel I'm trapped in indecision Hesitant to
Sometimes it seems so clear Then the logic disappears All alone and dumb again Find it then forget again So much fucking futility Emptiness in the world
Don't need anyone In touch with myself Why would you do anything Just to join the rest Relationships why even try Just another place for you to hide
Vertaling: Diep wond. Ek het dit gesien.
Vertaling: Diep wond. Susters.
Vertaling: Diep wond. In My Room.
Vertaling: Diep wond. Moet nie nodig.
Vertaling: Diep wond. Lou se angs Song.
Vertaling: Diep wond. Video Prik.
Vertaling: Diep wond. Siek van Fun.
Vertaling: Diep wond. Diep wond.
Vertaling: Diep wond. Dead Babies.
