歌词
These questions make me bleed
And leave me alone in my fright
These questions cry and breed
When I’m in my bed late at night
Am I tumbler switched?
A thought or a number, a bud
Do I act as a glitch
While reeking of mud and of blood
The change interjects into souls
They sink from uprightness to bias
The gist of us rolls like a ball
It just never going to find us
The change interjects into souls
They sink from uprightness to bias
The gist of us rolls like a ball
It just never, never going to find us
Is hope a wicked word
It’s emptiness makes me erode
Am I a vision blurred
Machine with an an instinct for code
Am I tumbler switched?
A thought or a number, a bud
Do I act as a glitch
While reeking of mud and of blood
The change interjects into souls
They sink from uprightness to bias
The gist of us rolls like a ball
It just never going to find us
The change interjects into souls
They sink from uprightness to bias
The gist of us rolls like a ball
It just never, never going to find us
Oh
Move
Are we the world or just a grain
And what will make us whole again
The change interjects into souls
They sink from uprightness to bias
The gist of us rolls like a ball
It just never going to find us
The change interjects into souls
They sink from uprightness to bias
The gist of us rolls like a ball
It just never, never going to find us
Written by: Жиронкина Кристина, Зеновьев Николай, Мария Смолко
