In a town drawn by mosaics A lie protected by protective coloring is a critical line
Walking with a face that can't be heard, a voice resounds out from a megaphone Inside a chest that can't be pierced A secret that can't be held back
KEEPIN' OUT
The scene of a building, rising in that direction Fade from a worn out body Feel with eyelids that held a fever
3.2.1
Cut the limits of the world to pieces Such a small and burnt up vivid dead town Ah everyone has no name, with a thirsty brain Swallowing a flood of sound
Entwined by plus and minus If found out, keep it in mind A, the question that guides you Surely soon it's time to go
Make due of people's problems without trash talk Prove whereabouts with a trembling voice Is that dream a lie or the true critical line
Implying borrowed words A future made by a crooked puzzle Inside a grating chest A secret that can't be ignored
THAT'S IT!
Even if numb there's definitely a feeling The past will always fade tomorrow Raise the temperature and rise again
1.2.3
Run right through the world's edge An implicit rule Take anything and everything and go Here there's no lies anymore That kind of nonsense With honesty An impulse to sing out
Stir up with multiply and divide Be in turmoil but don't forget The A that guides the way is the only one Stretch further, put your hands on
Cut the limits of the world to pieces Such a small and burnt up vivid dead town Ah everyone has no name, with a thirsty brain Swallowing a flood of sound
Entwined by plus and minus If found out, keep it in mind A, the question that guides you Surely soon it's time to go