Tekstovi: The Honorary Title. Anything Else But the Truth. Frame By Frame.

Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate in months against me
The sheets are stained with evidence
That our remains are now, drifting away

I share with complete strangers my most personal of pleasures
I scribble tidbits of useless mind info trash, treasure
Spend hours, at my leisure, like sharpened precise tweezers

Shifting through in the frame by frame
I walk the same path, I'll say the same lines
I do this every time, do this every time

Shifting through in the frame by frame
I walk the same path, I'll say the same lines
I do this, I do this

Dodging armpit stench aromatic
Wrapped up in my own self-induced stress panic
I think I am the only one in this shifting through

Shifting through in the frame by frame
I walk the same path, I'll say the same lines
I do this every time, do this every time

Shifting through in the frame by frame
I walk the same path, I'll say the same lines
I do this, I do this

They'll collaborate in months against me
They'll collaborate in months against me

Shifting through in the frame by frame
I walk the same path, I'll say the same lines
I do this every time, do this every time

Shifting through in the frame by frame
I walk the same path, I'll say the same lines
I do this, I do this

I walk the same path, I'll say the same lines
I do this every time, do this every time

I walk the same path, I'll say the same lines
I do this, I do this