Oversettelse: Amoralske. Decrowning.
I cut your wings the moment you think that you cannot fly Smother my habitat, foment the thoughts of my demise Seems like we?ve met before - you may
I think today might be the day we?ll see it all go down Jesters taking over, kings separated from their crowns And if that is the case, I?ll join the
When you lose the first round you call yourself reborn Do you know what you do if you can?t understand what it will gain? A point blank refusal of forgiveness
You win the prize for being the first one I wash the blisters off my hands Because and in spite of this breed nothing remains excluded No difficult choices
Running out of solutions Conscious or carried away? Classify, separate, codify - hear dismay Atomize, aggregate, rearrange - fear the fate Invasion
Gone The last few ones I was depending on Shut down by internal commandments that keep on upgrading themselves as you go along For all it?s worth we
Burning a hole in the back of my neck It will always come back to this For a second I looked away and it got the job done I say that I understand but
(Instrumental)
No time to read the small print wouldn't understand it anyhow A plague roams here among us Time to repent your choice is now When was the wrong turn
Go ? and leave yourself behind Pride ? a useless state of mind On your knees, hands to the heavens Tear it down, start again, make it last this time
