frunze, 86 - On Broken Wings | Текст песни

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Time kills us all, no one won`t win
this fucking race; dreams are dead.
Time deletes scars, fills our veins with blood,
makes us forget and remember again.
Time heels all wounds, covers hearts with ice,
makes humans to hate. Death saves this day!

Time is a murderer
of our dreams and our happiness.
On broken wings
we are flying to savory.

Wake up and breathe in - this is last chance
to open minds.
Time is dying, time is killing.
But we still live
in this cruel hive, that`s full of lies.
With cold hearts.
Time is dying, time is killing
and we have died.