Subterranean Masquerade - Tour Diary | Текст песни

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That look in your eyes
Says that there's nothing left there at all
That sweet paradise
Now locked beyond doors

I'm losing control
Stare at the bottom of oblivion
I send greeting cards
Fareweel to you all
Time to move on

Folded map in my pocket
Good smoke for the road
They call him the man who walks alone
I write what I see, I cease to succeed
To play my role in this board game
The quest to the unknown again

Kingdom of lies blinded by the false light of the divinity
Kingdom of lies

Sleeping so the head can escape the heart
Hiding like a rat in a sewer pipe
And with my last breath I hope I'll find
My way back home
To find my way back

Subtle wind dance over no man's land
Whistling a quiet melody
Vultures cry in pleasure solemn wish
To be the poor man's king

I write what I see, inhaling it deep
I'm holding all back for this tour diary
But now I know there's nothing there for me
Now I know there's nothing there.

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