Urq's Heart Songtext
von Spllit

S-E-L-L-I-D, S-E-L-L-I-D, fake feeling
Faking feeling ′cause I should, my thoughts congealing
Into stubborn disillusion, groundless ill from male confusion
Now union does me good, cognizance under hood

Done with writing the disease, flaky currency buying nothing
Give me now true inspiration, modern thinking, old school
Patience, I am that which is impure, window pathway for the cure