Текст песни: Worried + перевод

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 don’t really know why

We still wade through the shit staring at the skies

We hate what we do

We hate where we go

But still have to smile with a scarf holding the rope

I like walking alone

Parrots 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 don’t really know

Why keep running and where we go

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