signal you're sending But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned And the torture of chalk dust
you're sending But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned And the torture of chalk dust collects
Tulkojums: Phish. Krīts Putekļu spīdzināšanu.
signal you're sending But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned And the torture of chalk dust