Letra de Verdant

Je suis les enfants
In the barrel of a gun
Reaching out their hands
They're numb
Sleeping pretty late
Who cares what the neighbors say
They always just complain and some
Back on the mind; sometimes
You feel logical
And sometimes you don't, Maybe we
Calling around the clock
While the anchors do talk
Then they always seem to walk away
And what will you do when it starts to get to you?
Andalusia said your cab won't come
Andalusia said you'd bang on the drum
Back on the mind; sometimes
You feel logical
And sometimes you don't, Maybe we
[a broadcast disclosed as far as you know]
Oh, spare the noise
What you know but nеver did say
Calling out loud at the end of thе day
All of those thoughts
Those thoughts that are torn
Screaming out loud "What the hell's going on?"