Текст песни For Those Who Weep - Ty Segall

We're wasting away with the children, my friend
We're sinking and swimming and reaching the end
We waited to die
Again

But that music is freeing, collectively feel
And those who are weeping, we shall play for thee
We shall play for thee

And I was a man with my nose on the ground
Who sat on his hands and he would not make sounds
Inside of my head, all the voices would speak
Until one day, the head sprung a leak
The voices like liquid, they fell to the ground
And now I am one of those men who make sounds
And now,
Like you,
I am free.