Knut - Crawling On All Fours | Текст песни

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• Crawling On All Fours

Shifts eat you away
nine to five become twenty four hours a day
images rain
wash the thoughts away under this cold shower
channels flickers
soak up distant statics with your pride
you'll breed you own ties
overwhelmed will we keep
to draw from their barrel of lies
enough to knock us out
reduced crawling on all fours

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