Paroles: Up Front. Movement. Impermanence.

Finding the nearest egress without an answer to any question and digest the nearest food to give hunger the middle finger and godless because religion is like fire to a forest and more of all this nonsense will make the legless run like hell hearing the greatest story without a splinter of a memory and thoughtless because thinking is like sinking in a desert and present because the future is so impossible to figure any more of all this nonsense will make the voiceless scream like hell and we're all floating and breathing and going talking and walking and knowing deciding and hiding and being laughing and dreaming believing this is all in a lifetime the one we ended up in and even though it will end one day atleast we'll know that it's been all right