Apnea Testo

Testo Apnea

when conversation is candid, a minimum of panic and adjectives add color to it all rumors run amok like redneck pickup trucks they're lifted up and rippin' up my yard (lawn) think you'll find a crowd and get real drunk and loud you turn around and everyone('s) on guard (is gone) make your idle threats and pretend you lost a bet you shave yourself like Geldof in ³The Wall² when conversation is static the minimum is havoc and adjectives can't cover it at all so save your breath cause you have sucked the last one from my chest and say your prayers and hope there's something out there you can try to scream a thousand different things but you know you never will be heard and you can turn a phrase a dozen different ways but in the end they're still just words (to tell you it's okay) (so you know you're not alone) please let me out (is anybody there?) something ain't right down here (anyone at all?) please get me out ( does anybody care...) there's something alive down here (...at all?) so save your breath cause you have sucked the last one from my chest and say your prayers and hope there's something out there, and it cares are you there, and tell me have you ever been so scared? cause I never, ever have been so scared