Down to Agony - The Hands of the Watch Spin | Текст песни

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The hands of the watch spin with a mournful rhythm
Hours filled with boredom and monomania
Scheduled feelings, halted
Tic tac, thus sounds death
When you are not your time's owner
They want to see us bored, entertained
immovable muse of feedbacked Power
Bullets can't go through intangible shit
But we would materialise some dreams

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