Fatal Opera - Evil Tears | Текст песни

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EVIL TEARS, IN THE GARDEN, I AM WAITING, I AM WAITING,
FOOL'S GALLOWS, WHERE PURPLE TURNS TO RED,
AND GREEN TURNS TO ENVY.

PEOPLE OF PROFIT, BARAGAIN BIN SIN, STEALING HOMIE'S
LAST BREATH WITH THE BULLETS
YOU SPIN. EAST SIDE, WEST SIDE, BLACK, WHITE, BLUE
OR RED. BROTHER SAME COLOR
WHO'S NEXT TO DEAD? TRAPPED IN YOUR CRUSH GROOVE
RICH MAN'S LIE, RAINING DOWN
BULLETS
AS YOUR BABY BROTHER DIES. AND YOUR MOTHER SHE
CRIES;

EVIL TEARS, IN THE GARDEN, SHE IS CRYING, HE IS
DYING. AND YOUR MOTHER SHE
CRIES.

REJOICE MY FRIEND, YOUR BROTHER HE CAME BACK
AGAIN. NOT IN SPIRIT, BUT IN THE
FLESH, SUNK DEEP IN THE SHOOTER'S CHEST. THE BULLET
SPINS, HE WINS, YOU LOOSE,
NOW IT'S TIME TO PAY YOUR DUES.

YOU LAUGH, TRY TO DEFY THE CRACK THAT SPEND
YOUR LIFE.
SENDS YOUR LIFE SO FAR AWAY.

EVIL TEARS UPON MY FACE, REVENGE FOR MY BROTHER'S
FATE, ALL I HAVE LEFT TO DO IS
FINISH THE DEED UNTO YOU. DISSOLUTION, DESTITUTION,
DEGRADATION, JUST FUCKED YOUR
FATE.

YOU LAUGH, TRY TO DEFY THE CRACK THAT
SPENDS YOUR LIFE.