Besedila: The Trews. Every Inambition.

Crawling with cancerous thoughts
on my mind
There's so many things I could
say but it's not the time
Way beyond good and evil
Telling all the little people

Half of the time I pretend that
I'm fine and I
Keep it inside I keep it inside
But every inambition is dying
Crying outside I'm crying outside

I had my fill, I said enough
Chemicals were calling my bluff
Way beyond good and evil
Telling all the little people

Half of the time I pretend that
I'm fine and I
Keep it inside I keep it inside
But every inambition is dying
Crying outside I'm crying outside

Half of the time I pretend that

I'm fine and I
Keep it inside I keep it inside
But every inambition is dying
Crying outside I'm crying outside

Bye, bye my love, my still good
to sing?

Bye, bye my love, my still good
to sing?

Half of the time I pretend that
I'm fine and I
Keep it inside I keep it inside
But every inambition is dying
Crying outside I'm crying outside

Half of the time I pretend that
I'm fine and I
Keep it inside I keep it inside
But every inambition is dying
Crying outside I'm crying outside