Tekstovi: States (The). The Path Of Least Resistance. The Darkest Hour.

Welcome
to the path of least resistance
I am wilting
I have squandered my subsistence

Listen
I will give you my confession
I am hopeless
I have nothing left but questions

Take me home. This place is such a dive
I need to feel like I am still alive
You can't hear the voices in my head
Saying some things don't make sense

Quiet
There are people all around us
I am blinded
But I can hear them in the darkness

Take me home. This place is such a dive
I need to feel like I am still alive
You can't hear the voices in my head
Saying some things don't make sense

Sometimes we find ourselves in someone else
But in your darkest hour that feels alright

Sometimes we go too far to find her
But in your darkest hour that feels alright

It feels alright