Tekster: Pulley. Crawl.

Self destruct, I want you to go
Time and time again
And just like a faucet keeps dripping on what
Soakin' into yesteryear
Yeah, soakin' into yesteryear

Every time you work out you say it's a dream
A thought you can't complete
Never ending, haunting, why don't they stop?
Don't go through the door
Yeah, don't walk past that door

And you crawl on the floors
Why do you have so much time?
Why can't you see?
And why do you have so much time?

And you crawl on the floors
Why do you have so much time?
Why can't you see?
And why do you have so much time?