Из альбома: Above the City
Floating
Floating
I always cared for those who kill
Now throw another life into this fire.
The wondrous smell, the sensual touch
You lick your fingers and enjoy the sight.
To me all your sacred lies… seem right.
If ever questions would arise
You through this eye, you’ll look into their eyes
It's not sure if it's a fight, it's right.
The voices from the other side
Gotta hope they can absorb their chronic
Don't let the kids disturb their minds
Killer us, they're safely out off sight.
It's not sure if it's a fight, it's right.
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