A blinding flash of light A cry of pain and agony People search for medicine No sense in moving underground Bodies burn and turn to ash There's no cure
Перевод: Captain Hollywood проекта. Служба.
Перевод: Моисей, Святой. SSP (Секретная служба Project).
: A blinding flash of light A cry of pain and agony People search for medicine No sense in moving underground Bodies burn and turn to ash There's no
The stage is set, you better play it light The lights go up, it's opening night Hold back on what I know is me The house lights dim, the crowd rolls
Daydream my life away I?ve got nothing left inside of me to deal with this bullshit everyday I never really cared that much anyway are you ready to
The world's on your shoulders All that weight on your back Really realizing We're under attack I've been waiting Since yesterday For the sun to rise
So why are we sitting on these sidelines With our ears and eyes We're dumb, deaf and blind While the devil's in our sights But you didn't seem to mind
This one comes to you straight from the hills Now tear up the floor with them dancing skills We?ve got to reach, got to reach for our dreams We?ve got
I woke up today just to see the decay of my life that once put a smile on my face the pain is now gone but so is the pleasure a turn for the worst -
Chased out of the homestead By an eagerness familiar to me And I know that time is getting old And that?s why I?m constantly Reassembled by my own words
a felony so far 'Cause you can't have fun in your own town It's the small town cops that need a beat down Dodgin' bears with the Bandit, No Service is
When the cold air finally thaws it?s a cure-all for depression December took my happiness with such ease and aggression When I?m finished packing up
Frayed edges The story?s been chased by margin for far too long With every metaphor you find You know fin is finally finalizing the way you want And
Well we?re born and we?re bread and we?re taught and we?re fed all the brains in my head can?t contain all that?s said so I live and I die and I fall
We gotta stop this fuckin' division This stereotyping bullshit's got me having a conniption Where's your vision, what are you blind? No permission, steppin
Livin' this life ain't nothin' but a joke I can think all day and watch my brain smoke I figured it out that I can't figure out shit And if I did I wouldn
I burnt the morgue I beat you to the punch I?m crazed by thoughts While you?re busy having lunch So I prayed Eat dirt I?ll snack on the past I?m underground