Alba s touto skladbou:
Binaural,
Vedder
All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls.
Blame it all on chemical intercourse.
The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of ten-thousand fools that fight irrelevance.
The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin.
So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in.
Like a ball that's spinning.
Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground.
It's instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.
"Turn the jukebox up," he said. Dancing in irreverence.
Play C-3. Let the song protest.
The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in.
I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing.
On the lip they take off.
Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground.
It's instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.
Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies.
It's instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.
Oh, in our insignificance, oh.
