Превод: Кроз крварења. Испод Сива.
s heading south To your jaded cliffs headfirst And all you empty praises Second coming of a nameless Christ Hide behind your royal curtain Beneath the grey
study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord
heart that have been distorted and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. * Up against the rows of grey robots who control
of the unkind years... And scars start to form A tangled web of Shame Across her bleeding, tortured flesh... And you want more to take her down with you, beneath
. Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. * Up against the rows of grey
I study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord
to... grey [Chorus:] When she's on her knees... she's saying a prayer for me And through the frenzied feed... she's saying a prayer for me And through
most. Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. * Up against the rows of grey
We began the dying centuries ago In the shade of grey the hopeless and pale liberated by the flow All the times awaiting, All the times away, Only
