Из альбома: As the Tide Turns
Escaping the sharks, to be eaten by wolves
Look at the fucking faces
Disgustingly stoic and always the same
The spokes in the wheel
The ghosts of routine
The fucking machines that have no names
Fall under the weight of the world
Like a thousand screams in one, suffering in unison
Escaping the sharks, to be eaten by wolves
Look at the fucking faces
Disgustingly stoic and always the same
The spokes in the wheel
The ghosts of routine
The fucking machines that have no names
Fall under the weight of the world