Sound Of Guns - Alcatraz | Текст песни

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• Sound Of Guns
• Alcatraz

Ive got to hand it to you for making it off the island
I was seduced by the traumas
The funeral mourners
would whisper in line

got to give it to you for breaking out of the seasons
I was cohearsed by a nightmare
where every knife turned
away on a breeze

You walk Away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don't matter at all

got to give it to you for breaking free of the numbers
I cant sleep from the gunshots
And every pin drop
I hear on the wind

Ive got to hand it to you for making it off the island
I was restrained by the warders
patrolling the borders
behind of my eyes

You walk Away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don't matter at all

You walk away... don't walk away
Cos all these things
don't matter now