Sea Salt is burning through the land that’s beside us, Attempt feelings; Man will never be in control. Stormy skies drowning although one’s been dry. No disregard for everything that is going your way.
Feed up what you’ve thrown.
When I'm tortured, murdered and then thrown away. But Feel No Guilt, we all seem to know what we need to hear every day.
Step away what you don't own; Kick the devil off his throne, Mischief only goes one way. Blood is not enough to flood all the landscapes.
Around us the trees are falling and they make no sound. Nothing ever happened if no one’s around. A million statues must now fill the lanes. But then we work with speed, far to a sign.
True is made of life.
When I'm tortured, murdered and then thrown away. But Feel No Guilt, we all seem to know what we need to hear every day.
Step away what you don't own; Kick the devil off his throne, Mischief only goes one way. Blood is not enough to flood all the landscapes.
Contrary out…
The world is not welded of steel. More deadly come last in lane. The shadow in here.
(Разобрать шепот не удалось, если у кого-то это получится, то будет вообще здорово)
Awe is not all, treason we clear. Conscious all Verona. Sterile, give in.
Step away what you don't own; Kick the devil off his throne, Mischief only goes one way. We are all wrong and before long, we’re gonna pay.