Текст песни: A Long Line + перевод

A long line for low air

This inching to nowhere.

I hang my head and I spit,

The soon I’m stepping on it.

This could be profound or the act of a serious clown.

I load that back of the head

The skull’s shape mirrors my dread.

I loathe that breath on my neck

I stack this humanoid.

Hay revolution, we’re not the solution

We’re a million directors to climb on the short pass.

We’re leaving an outline, it’s picking this behind

Sniffing his fingers without the slightest reaction at all.

A long line from nowhere

It’s creeping along to nowhere.

The lands keep dancing reflect

The heart shape bone on this track

My toe nails jacked and chipped

The world’s big poke nod.

Hay revolution, we’re not the solution

We’re a million bad issues down under the surface.

We’re leaving an outline, mistaking the sweet time,

The fall of the edge of the world is gonna be crazy to see.

Hear the cry of unfamiliar pain

Have a new born child.

Taking in the air, taking in the mother

Taking in the small circle of this place.

Maybe there’s still time to hang out some new vibes,

To gossy up in greed the fall of a dream.

Maybe there’s still time to put it all behind

To sort of recreate the origin of state

And quietly we’ll go with fire in tin toe

Was it meant to be, I’d love to hide or leave.

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