It?s spreading from my lungs Our lips have come undone And you say it?s nothing To discuss like eagles And I?m floating face down No sense makes sense
everyone everone but me turn it off turn it off turn it off turn it off I have an idea about the voices I hear Inaudible to everyone everyone but me turn
All I ask of you is to stick around. Express the pain and your sadness. All I ask of you is to turn him down. Confess the system at work here. Wounds
Fordítás: Biffy Clyro. Szünet Ez pedig a Turn It Up.
