Tekster: Karate. In Place Of Real Insight. Die Die.

All the girls and all my friends and all the kids I know- they pray out loud every day and still have nothing to say. They still have nothing to say to me. Why? I know they try. Sometimes when I'm outside, and sometimes when I'm alone. Neighbours and cops in my head, they drag me out of my bed, with all the things that they said. I know why: because they try. I know they try.