Tekster:
Porcupine Tree Fear Of A Blank Planet

Shuffling round the stores And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing X-box is a god to me A finger on the switch My mother is a bitch My

A good impression of myself Not much to conceal I'm saying nothing But I'm saying nothing with feel I simply am not here No way I.. Shut up,

be old And I don?t want dependence It?s no fun to be told That you can?t blame your parents anymore I?m finding it hard To hang from a star

, shuffling 'round the stores You're shuffling me, it's getting so rash, it's bent Xbox is a god to me A finger on the switch, my mother is a bitch My

ashes drift beneath the silver sky Where a boy rides on a bike and never smiles And my ashes fall over all the things we've said On a box of photographs

never want to be old And I don't want dependence It's no fun to be told That you can't blame your parents anymore I'm finding it hard To hang from a

: This means out This is your way out Do or drown Do or drown in (??) Leave no trace All my files erased Burn my clothes Burn my Prada (??) Let's sleep

bored, shuffling 'round the stores You're shuffling me, it's getting so rash, it's bent Xbox is a god to me A finger on the switch, my mother is a bitch