(Talking) A wise old novelist once said that anybody could rig up their own
border. Just rent a cheap trailer, a port-a-john, a little bumberbarticle over
the highway, a guy in a funny suit to collect immigration material, you've got a

state. These days things are kind of discinigrating, stateless is gettin' to be
a scary word. I used to think it was a beautiful, beautiful dream. Fly away like
a bird, birds get shot down


Feeling kinda gray, I've been inside to long
Gotta head outside, and think it over

A plain kinda life, staring into space too long
Gotta head for the highland, see you again


Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)
Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)


Eeee$%&^iiitttt
It's fate, it's fate


Going insane, living with a sweet mask(?)
Gotta get away, and think it over
I like disservence, I like it when it all goes wrong

At least I feel something

Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)

Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)

Eeee$%&^iiitttt

It's fate, it's fate
Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)