(Talking) A wise old novelist once said that anybody could rig up their own border. Just rent a cheap trailer, a port-a-john, a little bumberbarticle over the highway, a guy in a funny suit to collect immigration material, you've got a state. These days things are kind of discinigrating, stateless is gettin' to be a scary word. I used to think it was a beautiful, beautiful dream. Fly away like a bird, birds get shot down 



Feeling kinda gray, I've been inside to long 

Gotta head outside, and think it over 

A plain kinda life, staring into space too long 

Gotta head for the highland, see you again 



Words still cannot be enough (Nooo) 

Words still cannot be enough (Nooo) 



Eeeexxxiiitttt 

It's fate, it's fate 



Going insane, living with a sweet mask(?) 

Gotta get away, and think it over 

I like disservence, I like it when it all goes wrong 

At least I feel something 



Words still cannot be enough (Nooo) 

Words still cannot be enough (Nooo) 



Eeeexxxiiitttt 

It's fate, it's fate 

Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)