145 - Intellectual

[Verse]

Lying naked, on the bed we will die

Surrounded by walls [?], no, they don't lie

Draft comes through the window, but I'm not cold

Not anymore

We're not strangers, but that's what it seems

[?] faces, on the 145

If you don't like the pattern, just change your design

Pretending we're fine

I'm crossing the line (all out of reach)

We're out of style (all out of style)

Pretending we're fine (but you're not well)

I'm crossing the linе (a napalm child)

We're out of style (all out of rеach)

We're out of style (all out of style)

Pretending we're fine

I'm feeling fine

We're out of, style

We're out of, we're out of, style

We're out of, style

Style