As the congregation grows The lung of solitude deflates To my ears the greatest sin Feel a bit like Beethoven Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst Exiled
As the congregation grows To my ears the greatest sin The lung of solitude deflates Feel a bit like Beethoven Exiled to the inner voice, difference is
Oversættelse: Mr. Bungle. Langsomt voksende Døve.
Oversættelse: Mr. Bungle. Sleep (Del I): langsomt voksende Døve.
