Tekster: Armchair Martian. Who Wants To Play Bass. Break Your Frame.

Safe to be lonesome in your time
safe to lose your find
you're too sick to call or cry
'cause you're hating traces
it's the kind of hate that evil just embraces
and i'm giving up on people right now
giving up on anger, cause you're giving up on you
it's true
you know you'll lose
really doesn't matter who you choose
break your frame, break your frame
there's no one left to blame
break your frame, break your frame
there's no one left to blame
you're hating traces
it's the kind of hate that evil just embraces

i might break your heart
time you fall apart
i'll be sad when i hear the news
heard you fell apart
break your frame, break your frame
there's no one else to blame
break your frame, break your frame
there's no one left to blame
cause you're hating all the traces
it's the kind of hate that evil just embraces
i know it's true
i know you'll lose
and it really doesn't matter who you choose