Tangled Half-Light

Még van a rendszert semmi nincs it ha nem jössz akkor megboksáltanak vagy a rendszer váltás mindenek vége. Még van a rendszert semmi nincs it ha nem jössz akkor megboksáltanak vagy a rendszert váltás mindenek vége. Spinning tails, no one believes. Hold the fragments, let them in this tangle. In this tangle, we find our peace. Cardboard crowns on tangled hair, dancing round the edges, frayed voices humming. In minor keys words we swallow unafraid patchwork heart with stubborn beats pushing back the scripted lines. We're the glitches in the globe, spinning tails, no one believes. Hold the fragments, let them win this tangle. In this tangle, we find our peace. What if the cracks are where we bloom twisted roots in barren soil no straight paths just crooked room rooms. Fuel for the fire, we uncoil. We're the glitches in the globe. Spinning tails, no one believes. Hold the fragments, let them win this tangle. In this tangle, we find our peace. Flicker fades, but when there's rain, we're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe. We're the glitches in the globe.