Birds In Row - Worried | Текст песни

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• Birds In Row
• Worried

Is there a limit to trust or do we all walk blinded?
when the grounds end, will we stop or will we keep running?
I guess we're good at believing, with hands on our eyes, hands on our ears and guns in our mouth.
A blade in the skull and a good job at the fucking mall.
I've been worried and I don't really know why we still made through the shit staring at the skies.
We hate what we do, we hate where we go, but we still have to smile with a scarf hiding the rope.
I like walking alone.
Parots ain't no good company.
Can't you shut up and take your hand off my shoulder?
I'll cut off this arm, though it takes me forever.
I've been worried but i don't really know why keep running and where we go."