Из альбома: Cruel Inventions
building cage i can only study the blame
i can think of a word for myself but no name
question darts throw me to the dogs of progress
but they run from what really matters
raised on promises
to the furnace for shade to the dust for a drink
logic's mad and shame doesn't care what you think
the ocean's dry it's only a phantom that you fathom
but the flood comes from the desert
raised on promises
land of the known
free of the brave
they sell us ourselves
the center has moved and water bleeds from broken faces
raised on promises