Buried Attitude - Aws

how trees are flapping, streching all her leaves, when hurricane comes and plays with the branch, this wild tangling chaos is like a bop of ideas in my deranged mind, like every minute you have pissed, behind your back and you can't bring it back, every day breaks through the past terms. rethink your dreams, the feeling's in me, but my mind can't read it, every day breaks through the past terms, every day breaks through the past, my mind can't read it, my mind can't read it, lonesome sobbing of the fiddling fall, brushing my heart with a needle so dull, it's also freezing when the pendulum, swings as reality embraces my daydreaming, now i fondle into burning ice, my heart is cold but my mind's on fire, fitfully pressing my makers hand, tries to hold me back, but it's hopeless, i'm just about to fall, on the street, where the crows are croaking, they are hunting a prey for the suffer, thousand deaths against one big one, there's no more chance, as the spring is so bloody now, i sit here in a shiver, in the hands of the summer, every day breaks through the past terms. rethink your dreams, the feeling's in me, but my mind can't read it, every day breaks through the past terms, every day breaks through the past, my mind can't read it, my mind can't read it, itt a nyar meg a tel, nezzel ram, te nyar, en uvoltok, uvoltok a sarban, sose ereztel, sose ker, de lasd, este van, egy masik alom jon, fenytol fel, de lasd, este van