Tekster: Faction. Dark Room. You Are Here.

Alone at last to collect all of my thoughts
Is it worth my time, is it worth it or not?
Cuz you sketch my mind to the point of hate
I can't understand your new clean slate
You are here and I wish you would leave
You're so advanced, far more than I
No need to bother in asking you why
You're in between the black and white line
You wanna stand out and your doing just fine
It's such a shame cuz no one even looks at you
They too are on the line now, what will you do
you've got a fine line cuz it's a social event
You jump from trend to trend cuz your mind's so bent