vieni rašo apie save. kiti - apie kitus.

paraštės pripeckiotos vardais.

pasakyk narkotikams "ne"
pasakyk jiems "ne!"
pasakyk "niekada"
pasakyk "aš myliu savo močiutę"
sakyk, ką nori

geriau patylėk

pasakyk narkotikams - ne. numuši kainą.

cirkas išvažiavo. aš likau.

aplink vienuolyną staugia vilkai. jiems baisu.

Tool /Schism/

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communicatioooon.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communicatioooon.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communicatioooon.

cold, cold, cold,
Cold silence haaaas
a tendency toooo
atrophy anyyyyy
sense of compassiooooon.

between supposed loverrrs
between supposed brotherrrrrs.

(I know the pieces fit. 7x)
I know the pieces fiiit!

Tool /Schism/

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communicatioooon.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communicatioooon.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communicatioooon.

cold, cold, cold,
Cold silence haaaas
a tendency toooo
atrophy anyyyyy
sense of compassiooooon.

between supposed loverrrs
between supposed brotherrrrrs.

(I know the pieces fit. 7x)
I know the pieces fiiit!

švirkštą man. ir antklodę.

mano antkapis jau prekyboje. nebrangiai.