Texty písní Absynthe Minded

Absynthe Minded

History Makes Science Fiction

All you know is

Worthless in the end

Because what you learn

Is what you teach

And it's all made up anyway

All you know is

Nothing for someone else

Another time

Another space

History does not repeat itself

When you think in

Millions

One billion

And one makes two

There ain't no clue no there ain't no clue

I feel so satisfied right now

"cause all my garanties are gone"

I'm mighty in

My nothingness

I'm humble in

My intelligence

All my garanties are gone

All my garanties are gone

'Cause what you learn

Is what you teach

And it's all made up anyway