The Dirty Gun Problem - Welcome Back To Reality | Текст песни

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• The Dirty Gun Problem
• Welcome Back To Reality

It’s hot in St. Bernard’s street
And the sky is threatening to rain
The humidity is so heavy that is getting hard to breathe.
On a rural highway
Stretching past an old plantation reputed
To be haunted, strange things are afoot.
Sounds juts like a scene straight from
a movie. But it’s just a metaphor of what
your life is…
Your life is nothing more than it is right now
Everything is the same, nothing seems to change.
Like a movie every death scene is elaborate and gory,
Nothing more than a sense of dread
nothing more than a fake dream.

A fake dream you just woke up,
a fake dream you just found out…

bree bree bree…

And now the sounds gets harder,
As music from the motion picture
Is haunting you…
And now the sounds gets harder,
As music from the motion picture
Is haunting you…

Bree bree bree…