City Of Webs (исполнитель: Funeral Diner)
[bad word] home, this is the last stop before a bunk bed enclosed in grey the last great facade. [bad word] home again. In a scheme to point the finger. Here's my [bad word] keep it well. Paper clipped to a forgery is where you'll find it. [bad word] home again. Speak in lost words, just say something. Tell me anything. Point that finger so twisted like mine. As if words could change the discarded time and let me feel. It's so hard to be the judge, save yourself, surely I can't.