Concerto For Constantine - Minsk | Текст песни

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• Concerto For Constantine
• Minsk

Skyline empty, Charcoal left, Where once was plenty.
Rip all my clothes off, Cloaked in sleep, and looking humble.

Don't want to be a number, Don't want to be a number, Don't want to be a number.

Dreaming, Screaming. All alone but in the city.
Tempting, Revolving. Grind it down, and then dissolving.

Don't want to be a number, Don't want to be a number, Don't want to be a number.