00:00Music
00:26Music
00:27There's no one listening to a car in the outside of my window.
00:34Sound of my lungs, drawing breath from the leaves.
00:41Every day I listen to a brain, coming out of the psychone.
00:47Sound of my friend, who's pulling it out from the trees.
00:53The car is a scotching, torches in the dark.
00:58The car is made of wood.
01:02Those are going to fail, I want to disappear.
01:05Ain't no better hanging, best not, some best not, say it's good.
01:16Yesterday I only produced my car out of the blue world.
01:23The fortress of the rainbows, drawing a bead on my head.
01:30Once were green helicopters, locked out the sunnets.
01:37Sound of my god, who's playing the sheep from the sky.
01:44The car is a scotching, torches in the dark.
01:48The cross is made of wood.
01:50The cross is unreal, I want to disappear.
01:55Ain't no more hanging, best not, some best not, say it's good.
01:59I want to disappear.
02:11The car is a scotching, torches in the dark.
