Перевод: Искаженные Пингвины. Надежды и мечты.
days (wondering about) I have spent, I have spent time (thinking about this day) The day I gave my life away You gave away (gave away) All your hopes and dreams
You've seen life through distorted eyes You know you had to learn The execution of your mind You really had to turn The race is run the book is read The
It’s all about steam It’s all about dreams It’s all about making the best out of everything You’ll know when your fine Cause you’ll talk like a mime
cavity waves. I'm then left Distorted, decayed! These faces of insane originated this pain. And invented these demented ways to break me! Intoxicated, I’m faded inside my dreams
kid Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin Psychodelic visions would ensue My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate But I ??? ???, all that distorted
I just need I just need to become your disease I could be I could be all that you will believe I will freeze I will freeze and distort all your dreams
Paint my face in your magazines Make it look whiter than it seems Paint me over with your dreams Shove away my ethnicity Burn every notion that I
Computerized technology Wipes out all your enemies Digital world controls A dying analogue blasphemy Distorted codes in your DNA Passwords running
smile that is all that I have to give Your eyes are looking up, so distorted, From the hate of us all, in disgrace Who am I to know all your dreams now
My vision is distorted by my sleazy mind To picturesque an image to control this time My intimate discriminating fears you test My ignorance that truely
to dream Of what was once and might have been If only I'd known I'll dream alone Dreams we had a few but what kind of dream Beats you black and blue
faced, now and forever I gotta get too drunk to dream 'Cause dreaming only makes me blue I gotta get too drunk to dream Because I only dream of you
Paint my face in your magazines Make it look whiter than it seems Paint me over with your dreams Shove away my ethnicity Burn every notion that I May
makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it Yeah, I can't stop now This maybe be the last chance I get To be famous You dream
Mild apprehension Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert
ain't to these, infected disease Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams
sign of weakness When I don?t know what to say Maybe I just wouldn?t know What to do with my strength anyway Have we become a habit? Do we distort the
