Из альбома: Stabbing the Drama
If possible just turn the page, 
When all you see remains the same. 
I wish I could blame it on a face without a name. 
										
In the center of the face I hate, 
There's no escape that's what they say. 
Without a name... 
I've vanished since the anger came. 
Bitterness, sometimes the truth I swear, 
And I won't dread, my time. 
I won't leave today, 
As long as I can take the words you stake. 
No matter how the hell I make, 
The desperation go away, 
Without a name... 
Bitterness, sometimes the truth I swear, 
And I won't dread, my time. 
Meaningless, and unsincere, 
Hold back those tears, rewind. 
Come to the point, with an illusion, 
It's there but it's not a revolution. 
You'll bear what is not your responsibility, 
All that is left of what, you used to be.
2019.09.30