Teksty: X-Marks The Pedwalk. Drawback.

Some fine tunes from nowhere
I rush at the gap
A returning might to
Estinguish the light
Extreme my eyes open wide and i dive
Into a psychosis behind a haze


A headlight on me I feel ravished and clean
Some kind of instinct - impressive - rules me
Anxious to know why i rummage out lies
I move - systematic - out of the light


I locate a place that will mirror my face
And inquire inte the mash of myself
There's a wish-wash in my head
A wit in my mind
I don't think that's real a drawback of time


It's not real
Just a drawback I wish to feel
When lies come near
And the time rules what I hear