Teksty: Zita Swoon. 50 years in dope jittery.

There?s a room where 50 years I kept it down
Now I hear out for someone to shear my sounds
I hide in my perception like a god
This lack of information has to stop

The clock strikes error
Time?s on hold

Take me disappearing on a shot
Have me leave my room and keep intact
The strongest and the loudest need relief
Replace them by the ones that live in grief

Get some to me
I never had any
Can?t wait no longer
My 50 years keep rolling like a train

This train has gone insane

I need some water
I?ll have it now

Take me disappearing on a shot
Have me leave my room and keep intact

I need these people
Can?t live alone
My hearts all empty
My 50 years are sinking like a stone