Поеты тратата Фолл - Карнивал Оф Руст (акустика) | Текст песни

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• Поеты тратата Фолл
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D' you breath the name of your saviour
In your hour of need,
n' taste the blame if the flavor
Should remind you of greed,
Of implication, insinuation and ill will,
till' you cannot lie still,
In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil
closing in for a kill

Come feed the rain
Cos I'm thirsty for your love
Dancing underneath the skies of lust

Yeah feed the rain
Cos without your love my life
Ain't nothing but this carnival of rust

It's all a game, avoiding failure,
When true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior
And the things we don't need
I lust for after no disaster can touch
Touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall,
Where enough is not the same it was before

Come feed the rain...

Don't walk away, don't walk away,
oh, when the world is burning
Don't walk away, don't walk away,
oh, when the heart is yearning