Из альбома: FVEY
The living dead
Sky is reeking and I can't
Change their mind
So I won't waste my time
Roach rather put my tags where
On the outside there's a chill
Set it best my life
Oh, oh-oh, oh
What's about to be done?
We can't think what they want!
Seem like under controls
To their past ingenuity
But in the end they have to sleep alone
Feelin' an utter massive reflex void
All a pinion, and it won't make a difference
The living dead
Where everyone stays strapped in knot
Stinging our minds, we're just wasting our time
Oh, oh-oh, oh
What's about to be done?
We can't think what they want!
Seem like under controls
To their past ingenuity
But in the end they have to sleep alone
Where is your head beyond the space
It's like you can't survive
Give your heart to some, and wait
And some will have
What's about to be done?
We can't think what they want!
Seem like under controls
To their past ingenuity
But in the end they have to sleep alone