Testo di Demarest

Pack the van Forget the rest I retire We’re moving west My lungs fill with suburban air I swear by bits that fade and disappear Rescind my friends, they aren’t there It’s not that I’m into punishment I’m scared of change and I’m cognizant There’s more to be than in Demarest More to live for than I know yet Running through This cyclic war See it ending Unlike before But I take time to hesitate Cave to losing, wash broken plates An ugly image I consecrate It’s not that I’m into punishment I’m scared of change and I’m cognizant There’s more to you than the parts I dread More to live for than I know yet The master plan So clamoring What’s definite Now exploding What if action amounts to sin? In orange plastic, so paper thin Cradle my neck, still swallowing It’s not that I’m into punishment I’m scared of change and I’m cognizant There’s more to hurt than what’s in my head More to live for than I know yet