Текст песни cursive - Vermont
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Staring up at stars From the back seat of a stationwagon Carving the night Trees keep marching by Light poles blur into a stream Blazing laser beams All... These... Stars.... My thoughts are trivial pursuits My heart`s a bomb that`s been defused What now? There`s no more use for me I`m wasting energy Muscles are weaklings Thoughts just defeat me Numbness is effortless I could get used to this Driving through Vermont Overwhelmed by the insignificance My conscience was my crutch For a heightened existence This other wordliness These... Schoolboy... Lies.... I`ve been deprived reality Brought up by holy ghosts and saints What now? I`m the delinquent here I`m the contagious one This heart is hopeless I feel the numbness All Hail The Atheist I could get used to this I could get used to this I could get used to this I could get used to this