You will be dispensed with
When you've become
Incovinient
When you've become
Incovinient
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We just can't do anything about it
There are so many of us so you can't count
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me
I feel me
Fragments de "Harrowdown Hill", Thom Yorke