Из альбома: Transmission
Desperate to take
lost in its wake
time slips away to soon
Pleasures of fear
drawing us near
where could we go from hear
waste what we want
we beg and we're bought
and nothing is wrong with us
life in these veins
godless and stained
glimpses of hope exist
Slanted advance
threatened by chance
time slips away to soon
waste what we want
we beg and we're bought
and nothing is wrong with us