Besedila: No Fun At All. State Of Flow. Esds.

Every lonely hour that is passing by my window,
slow, it's like a dream
I'm trying my best to keep it all together,
don't wanna scream, again
Spending my days in the never ever ending room
that I call home
Where anything can happen and I don't have a saying,
have no control
Hiding my face and I'm waiting for redemption,
it never comes
I'm forming a plan and taking my chances,
it might work out

So trust me, leave me, go with the flow
and you won't take a fall

I could be the supervisor of the final game
And I could be the misdemeanour right in your face
Yeah I could be the soul polluter spreading my disease
Yeah I could be the one you never got the chance to please

Learning so fast and I'm getting to a point now
where I can speak
It's coming in time, and in every direction
I'm not that weak
Bending the rules and inch so I can prosper,
it's all worked out
But taking it slow so no one will notice
what it's all about

See the time slip away forever
Turn away or I will deceive you, that's all I know