From the Loft Songtext
von Blueline Medic

Look at me here, I must be dying
It′s as though both kinds of consumption have slowed me
Still it almost could be blissful here in this heat
Here in this heat
That child of a morning, the no-good reason screams
And just when the trains had ceased to bother me
Just let me lie, oh God, a few more moments


Look at them here, they're not even trying
Does every kind of credit have to pretend that I′m breathing?
The introductions, the making light of a heavy silence
And without, without any shock covering

Onward then, you ruin us, you wretched thing
I keep doing these jobs over and over again
Who would love me for my dying?
Who would listen?
At least I don't lie
Not to you, I wouldn't