Otherwise - Bloody Knuckles, Broken Glass | Текст песни

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• Bloody Knuckles, Broken Glass

I'm making a masterpiece, I'm gonna write my name
in the wet concrete of the walkway on which I tread,
on our short march to meet the dead...
A living catastrophe, I'm the one to blame,
while the Russians in my head are playing roulette...

Forever haunted by the truth, now I'm filled with hatred forever crawling back to you
But I always hold my head up high & although I'm dying inside, suffering in silence!

Playing a losing hand & the cards don't lie,
back & forth the battles rage across this notebook page...
Taking control again & I'll hide my shame,
but the Russians in my head are playing roulette...

Forever haunted by the truth, now I'm filled with hatred forever crawling back to you
But I always hold my head up high & although I'm Dying inside, suffering in silence!

I'm living in the past within the shadows cast,
I burn before I crash, bloody knuckles, broken glass
I'm living in the past within the shadows cast,
I burn before I crash, bloody knuckles, broken glass

Forever haunted by the truth, now I'm filled with hatred forever crawling back to you
But I always hold my head up high & although I'm Dying inside...
But I always hold my head up high & although I'm Dying inside...
Suffering in silence!