[Parlé]
A wise old novelist once said that anybody could rig up their own border.
Just rent a cheap trailer, a port-a-john, a little bumberbarticle over the highway,
a guy in a funny suit to collect immigration material, you´ve got a state.
These days things are kind of discinigrating, stateless is gettin´ to be a scary word.
I used to think it was a beautiful, beautiful dream. Fly away like a bird, birds get shot down

Feeling kinda gray, I´ve been inside to long
Gotta head outside, and think it over
A plain kinda life, staring into space too long
Gotta head for the highland, see you again

Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)
Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)

Eeeexxxiiitttt
It´s fate, it´s fate

Going insane, living with a sweet mask[?]
Gotta get away, and think it over
I like disservence, I like it when it all goes wrong
At least I feel something

Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)
Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)

Eeeexxxiiitttt
It´s fate, it´s fate
Words still cannot be enough (Nooo)