Лето 41-го - Истошные Вопли | Текст песни

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I'm not quite myself these days
Guess we all come undone
Time to time in different ways well,
I have myself to blame,
Guess I don't understand I need help anyways.

God's got a plan for me
Well I'm gonna tell you one thing:
I don't got the patience, or the time!
What can I say?
I'm no angel,
I'm not forsaken,
But I can bleed!

Tear me open I believe
God will send you all to bleed!
And no one can deceive,
What is meant to be
And bloody murder we will scream!

Well I guess it's time for me
Tell me what I'm left to believe in?
Cause I don't know the concept
Of the pain

I don't want the fate
I'm just losing
I can't prove it,
Watch me bleed!

Tear me open I believe
God will send you all to bleed!
And no one can deceive
What is meant to be
And bloody murder we will scream!
God will send you all to tear me open!

Cause I'm
Not giving Up!
Your self-control
Suffocated to the flood!
I'm my
Worst enemy
Who can't be saved
I'm just his disgrace

Tear me open I believe
God will send you all to bleed!
And no one can deceive
What is meant to be
And bloody murder we will scream!
God will send you all to tear me open!

These days are strange it's true.
There's not a thing that I would change,
No mistakes that I'd undo.

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