Outside the Wall - 88 (Regretter) | Текст песни

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• Outside the Wall
• 88 (Regretter)

Ain’t got no force to be disclosed
Ain’t got no fear to feel a thrill
Ain’t got no deal I’m standing still
Have you brought meds to keep it real?

Walking through the field of clover
Do you know the lovers of your lover?
On the branches of this tree of hot themes
Appeared another new follower

I don’t have news and thoughts to share
And when I’m punished and ashamed
I like myself on the bottom
For there is nowhere to fall lower

Less serious I slide
Some things I’ve done in my past life
Make me a regretter
And nobody can help it

Another portrait is distorted
Another mind is so disordered
Why do you cry? No one has hurt you
The one who’s got it never searches

Thrown over my head by quiet sticky panic
Everyone can see the ears of the funky bunny
Silence scares. Is there anybody
To keep me alive till Friday?

Less serious I slide
Some things I’ve done in my past life
Make me a regretter
And nobody can help it