Tekst:
Socratic Spread The Rumors

Overdressed in a box with it's life overhead. Its friends are in snapshots. I would hate if the last time I was ever seen was from beggars on their knees

You used to look so alive. In the last year you looked like you turned 35. I used to hate you so I put you under my belt. I'm so confused and cannot

Nothing is that big. Nothing is so small. We are relevant. We mean something to someone. I didn't see them then. It's too late to meet them now. I can

Man was never meant to float. So we fly, we drive, we take a boat. You'll meet someone eventually and you'll tell me I'm wrong. When you walk your feet

I'll crack my head, then pour in some sorrow, I stole some things from you I could have easily borrowed. When you were pissed and on the rag. I waited

wanna sing about dark things. Wanna see what the sunshine could bring. I don't wanna love. I wanna have a fling. Hey! Maybe I can be a presidente. Spread