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