Лиричный нежный венский вальс ( Физика тряпочных кукол)
Pure as the unborn son Pure as the maid, should be ceased to breathe again Never look away from those with nothing to spare
But I do and I don't want to care anymore If I close my eyes, would it spares me the sight Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction And everything that will doom us all...
Chaos may be thy name, you left us for anything Trust never been so misplaced As in your arms that day those that you gave away to those who could ease your mind. We were nothing but a waste of your time and space.
But I do and I don't want to care anymore If I close my eyes, would it spares me the sight Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction And everything that will doom us all...
But I do and I don't want to care anymore If I close my eyes, would it spares me the sight Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction And everything that will doom us all...