歌词
Everyday we're repeating something from the youth we learned
Everyday we're making mistakes but they just be the same
How to avoid the problem when it's mouthing on your tongue
How stupid for the mess
Do you know how to make the things be tidy for the day
Do you know how to make your mind be setting for the way
Never knew how to make your permanent choice be applied
How difficult it felt
Why it was hard to reply
For the things that you lie
It must be making no sense
Why was it out of supply
Every bad stereotype
Goes in deep down the grind
All the rings
All the things
All the dreams
Come from the texts
As they say 'bout knowledge
Will you pass
Trace the truth
Paralyzed here in the lines
Be counting on the texts
Each occupation needs a little bit of literacy
At least a situation needs you to write down your name
Regulations are made of alphabetical letters
Which need the basic techs
Why it was hard to reply
For the things that you lie
It must be making no sense
Why was it out of supply
Every bad stereotype
Goes in deep down the grind
All the rings
All the things
All the dreams
Come from the texts
As they say 'bout knowledge
Will you pass
Trace the truth
Paralyzed here in the lines
Be counting on the texts
Why don't you attach the importance
To the lifelong education
Why you were so confident 'bout
The obsolete era
You should know
You should have
You should trust
Just in the tides
And magic in the texts
Why you are hard to be changed
Sticking with the stone page
So stubborn under the grace
Why don't you pay attention
To the better suggestion
In the flow of new type
All the rings
All the things
All the dreams
Come from the texts
As they say 'bout knowledge
Will you pass
Trace the truth
Realized that you're to the mess
So returning to the TEXTS
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