One of the Dead Один из мёртвых Hey there´s a way and i knew drawing the landscape of me so to speak but that`s cool the answer to all wasted dreams dig a grave take a rope slowly slide down with the sand the hourglass down the slope the hangman will carry my name
Hey there´s no way I guess there never was I thought i was made out of stone face the judge turn to dust it seems i lost all sense of time who am i, such a fool one million dreams from today where´s the way and what´s the truth I´m calling the hangman calling the hangman calling the hangman Take one on the dead
Hey there´s a way and i knew the hangman will carry my name