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- Альбом
- Without A Mask
- Текст
- This is the last point
The moment to choose
Which way to destroy it
And which is reborn...
And loose!
All the things
That i've got
After years of depression
When I'm gone
Give space
For my aggression!
This is the last point
The moment to choose
I create it
For my sober
My somber
Reality...
This "X - BLACK - X" town
Where all the dead people...
Came for one thing
To tell you
That you're one of us!
This is the simple things
To bury us
Under tonnes of lies
Under hopes and cries
(When all the dead people!)
This suffering:
Poison in my lungs!
This suffering:
Poison in my blood!