Текст песни Making The Days Count

Running on stones
naked and barefoot
killing a deer
with bow and arrow.

Hunting for fish
small things, defenceless
sleeping on fields
facing the endless
totaly clueless.

Walking through town
buying a t-shirt
stealing from kids
molesting a preacher.

Locking your door
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losing the core
a nicer correction
despise your reflection.

Starting a band
becoming a leader
taking a stand
fighting for freedom.

Running through walls
getting scars on your forehead
breaking the law
ringing a doorbell
planning a breakout
planning a breakout
planning a breakout
counting the days
making the days count.