an equation with no one behind the scenes to solves the problem the father of your beliefs did not believe himself you call evolution a fact but i call it science fiction
that deals in fact Not fiction, I?m talking, baby, fact Not contradiction I spoke with Mr. Depardieu Ensemble: Fact! Clara: And we?re moving the French
So put it in my backpack dear We could pretend we?re constellations Living forever but always changing We are just little blips Thinking we?re the brightest
So put it in my backpack dear We could pretend we're constellations Living forever but always changing We are just little blips Thinking we're the brightest
still my favorite work of art The picture is clear And I'm still fact, she's fiction No, nothing has changed 'cause I'm still fact, she's fiction
's still my favorite work of art The picture is clear and I'm still fact she's fiction Nothing has changed cause I'm still fact - she's fiction Or I
Out of your mind. believe your own lies. fact or fiction, i would always listen. good for your word, fuck what you heard. just another lesson learned
All votes are in. Deconstruction of a culture seems obvious. Reconstruction of a culture homogenous. Snatch the taste for compassion, nothing but lies
翻訳: 電波. フィクションのために事実をご紹介.
翻訳: 日曜日. 事実かフィクション.
: All votes are in. Deconstruction of a culture seems obvious. Reconstruction of a culture homogenous. Snatch the taste for compassion, nothing but lies
So alone I know you never wanted me cast the stone into my reality and there's no way out of here set the tone you always told me what to be I will follow
Breathe in, don?t flatline! Breathe in, don?t flatline! Don't rain on my ? ooh? Don't rain on my ? ooh? I've gone back and forth on the decision
Bite your lip and clench your fist and tell me that I'm wrong you go on and on... I don't want it I don't need it because it brings me down one day you
You're left wanting more of the chemical that fills your veins and drains our reservoir of hope for you you're saturated you're sedated you concentrate
I forget the taste of the smell on your skin and I never dreamed that I'd see you again Love or dreams? I can't decide there's nothing more for me to
With a gun to your head you still wouldn't change the way you are and I can see your hollow dreams are the reason for your greed they are all the same
