pieces into the gravity of reality The starry eyes fade as it dawns on you, Nothing is guaranteed You are a part of the great divide, the chosen, or the frozen
to pieces Under the gravity of reality The starry eyes fade as it dawns on you Nothing is guaranteed You were part of the great divide The chosen or the frozen
Перевод: Stone Sour. Замороженные.
a carving tool. cut yourself and choke on your blood mother fucker. strangled with stone cold hands. your taste of blood is sour. look into my frozen
tears before the television news. My children in floods, sackings and revolution. It was all going sour. It was all going sour. I was scrubbing individual stones
Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold by ugly tenements Oh Distribute sour inhalants regulate lobby development Today summon the rug rat oblivious
soul which brings me back To find the glue in a constant set of stones is a life all alone But when they all appear to you then they start to fade Froze
...) Waiting for the snow to fall a cloudy angel wept And while the world was frenzied, by my fate I overslept Hold your breath, these acts are frozen
a letter sent, that I don't want to be here any more then them I'm sipping on coffee gone stale again Is this how it tastes to mix drinks with sour grapes
