i have long walked by your side

nothing escapes me
no one escapes me. 

mean streets

you don't make up for your sins in church.
you do it in the streets.
you do it at home.
the rest is bullshit and you know it. 

Essa corrente de letras acalma o incerto que voa sobre a cabeça de todos porque acima do apartamento de cima tem outro por cima. E acima do de cima tudo se repete e é outro.

the black lodge

Where we're from, the birds sing a pretty song

and there's always music in the air