Everywhere

Just no fucking respite for us here

Dream theatre

And this day

No matter what all who fills baskets

Or whos just there

The whole earth shudders



And this day

Seen from the bottom glass phut cig

Everywhere

Just no fucking respite for us here

Jim kidder

And this day

The old feelings came back

The surroundings were screaming on the road

And you even mistrust your own feelings

And this day

The old feelings came back

You show me the bloody poor bores

The surroundings were screaming on the roads

So you even mistrust your own feelings

A big basket full s-pub s-mart

And this day

The old feelings came back

Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here

Jim kidder

A big basket full s-pub s-mart

A zero in the ss school bus lacks wages

Poetic justice

And this day

The old feelings came back

The surroundings were screaming on the roads

So you even mistrust your own feelings

And this day

As seen from a glass bottom phut cig

Everywhere

Just no fucking respite for us here

Jim kidder

Who are the translators?

In a bl glandule area

And though the blades make presence felt

Like us football players

And this day

It will soon heal up

Everywhere

The surroundings were screaming on the roads

But Ill even blow my nose on last pound note

And this day

The old feelings came back

The surroundings were screaming on the roads

So you even mistrust your own feelings

Even God pays here

You can go all around holland

Holland europe

Youth continent

But it will soon come back

And this day

It will soon heal up

The surroundings were screaming on the roads

So you even mistrust your own feelings-aca