I saw the lonely hill
In front of my mind
From the long life bill
I just protect my time

With tears in my eyes
I cried for lonelyness
New enemie's size
Has a fresh breath

Cause I know who I am
But my future doesn't want
Who knows, is it sin?
The numbers are written with dot.

Tommy is singing there and how
he prays for no alarms
His painted creeping bug just now
Paralized my power guns

It's just the little part of pain
Built up the "bills" and "dots"
Began, killed out, came again
It has its own gods

Counting numbers
And seeking hills
My mind was flood by you
Your slow smile
On twelve degrees
Your cruel intensions, it's new
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no "(c)"
thank u, T.Yorke

i'd like to sing it
somewhere
elsewhere
but "doors are locked"
but "some are not"
so i'll think