Songtext von Doak's Need

Every boy is atlas Every boy eats apples Every boy is an asshole So why do you need them In a t-shirt blue Did he feel so cruel But he's so far from it To feel like such a fool The shoe? makes a sound The leaves that she won't go? The sun takes away Like the army that's in ourselves Every time you walk It makes a teary? sight Every time when you breathe This is my foundry? plight