RF

hundred faces, noone's mine
have to sleep through, all's mistaken

rusty evening, my friends grate
was i just born or am i dead

callin' light to light my sun
somehow it got tiresome

am i lyin', when i'm sayin'
nothing's wrong, just had bad day

i know my game is slow, but i play
i deserve to be a little cynical

half past eight, have you sniffed air
i was there, but where you were

i can't stand the lack of sense
thinkin' of long time i have wasted

how is it, we have to fight with the pain we've chosen by ourselves
how is it, that places we're at are never the right ones
i just don't know what to feel, what to drink to fill this body
why can't i spit off what i'm carring under the tongue so long