Conversion, software version 7.0 Looking at life through theeyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity The toxicity of our city, of our city
New, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep Disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for their fires, loud neighbours Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Eating seeds as a pastime activity The toxicity of our city, of our city