I can't decide if it's a choice Getting swept away. I hear the sound of my own voice, Asking you to stay. And all we are is skin and bone Trained to get along Forever going with the flow But you're friction.
I can't decide if it's a choice Getting swept away. I hear the sound of my own voice, Asking you to stay. And all we are is skin and bone Trained to get along Forever going with the flow But you're friction.
В течение своего многовекового существования люди научились не очень-то доверяли голосам в своей голове и галлюцинациям... Зато научились верить голосам и галлюцинациям в чужой голове.