Prop 808
Текст песни Life And The Living

Look around, we've all been crawling through our lives
Like infants, too comforatle to stand on feet
Wandering, searching for the perfect grey
No black {or white,} just the tradition of settling.
For years {and years,} comfortably doing nothing. No thing.
When's the last time you stopped to think:
How thin is the thread i hang from
Is where i'm going where i came from
We process, {we consume,} we offer, {solutions-}
We try to simplify and only make it worse.
When will the problem be solved?
When will we ask the question?
For years {and years,} comfortably doing nothing. No thing.
When's the last time you stopped to think:
How thin is the thread i hang from
Is where i'm going where i came from
It never ends.
We never began