Tekstovi: 5th Projekt. Circadian. Skepticosm.

You've got sugar in your tongue tonight and a sweetness in your hair.
Yet, you still try to psychoanalyze the things that vanish into thin air.
These banterings cover all sides of the sphere like the universe to you
Yet, i am the fool for being free of a skin but still right here.
What is it that you want me to learn from you?
I see a mist around the moon tonight and I don't think it's a ghost.
A fortune teller read my hand and I think it could have been a hoax.
Suspicion is a common custom, truth often needs a test.
Shall I let myself believe that I am only worth my weight in flesh.
If you want love you need only lift your dress.
And to start with, peel off all divine evidence.
A pocket full of stones have forgotten what they're for.
And another spider's crawled out of the drain again.
That love is an emotion doesn't sit well with my gut.
That love is simply a chemical reaction is not enough.
Civilization has reduced the ocean down to salt.
And white has become so refined, it's essentially not.