Are we so alone? So distant, So forgotten, As we think ourselves to be? These are our lives But did they ever even matter? Are we worth remembering?
it's Gonna cloud our eyes again There is not need to focus When there is nothing that's worth seeing So we trade liquor for blood And in an attempt to tip the scales
undo Your few good deeds will not compare to what You've stacked against you Tipping the scales with your insolence Tipping the scales with your greed Tipping the scales
to the block At the scaffold scales held even take your eyes off the drag Walking to the block Look away, scales held even You owe the power and your
music student knows. You must learn your scales and your arpeggios. Bring the music, ringing from your chest and not your nose. While you sing your scales
student knows, You must sing your scales and your arppegios. Hear the music ringing from your chest and not your nose. When you sing your scales and your
. Anatomical balance tarnished. Affliction's kiss. Somatic functions inhibited. I stand tall to endure suffering then collapse in a heartbeat. Longing for bulletproof scales
Are we so alone, so distant, so forgotten As we think ourselves to be? These are our lives, but did they ever even matter? Are we worth remembering?
Are we so alone, So distant, So forgotten, As we think ourselves to be? These are our lives But did they ever even matter? Are we worth remembering?
on the block At the scaffold scales held even Take your eyes off the drag Walking to the block Look away, scales held even You owe the power and your
, as you might have guessed, self examination or reflection in whatever form. It could be vanity or self loathing. I know, I'm guilty of both." "That's interesting. How about the scale?" "The scale
Ooh ooh ooh .....ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh ooh [chorus x2] Lie, cheat, steal, kill, certainly the shoes I'm not tryin to fill Love, live
Professor X:] (In the ways of the scale) The plug has been lifted from the unjoint jar All cascade of black, perfume of the hour (In the ways of the scale
Where the music fades away before the love can go wrong I am just a dreamer wearing sensible shoes I still dream in colour even though I sing the blues He is playing scales
to chaos There's a cover of wisdom Which coats you Turn the scales There's a clone of wisdom Which blind you Who decides? Turn the scales We legislate
Перевод: Коты-аристократы. Весы и арпеджио.
