Текст песни MESSIAH - Muchhausen Syndrom
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Текст песни MESSIAH - Muchhausen Syndrom
Whatever the woman in black doesHer hands are covered by silk glovesShe's a lady that looks elegant'n stylishNo one knows that she lives in miserySometimes when she's alone in her apartmentDeep in her soul she experiences her inner pain( )It starts with running up'n down the floorSuddenly it stopsShe then cowers in a cramped positionAnd begins gnawing on her fingernailsThen continues by cutting up her already maimedAnd stunted hands with a razor-bladeShe pounds her tortured bloody fists on the floorUnable to feel the same pain we wouldAt the end she cries out for all she's worthMaking her soar to her seventh dayIndifferent she goes to bed or watches tvNot knowing that in realityShe shares that misery with many othersIt repeatsYear for yearMonth for monthDay for dayHour for hourWhen she was a childHer parents gave no loveOnly when she was sickEverybody took care of herAnd now she's thirtyIt's still deep in her mindIt returns again - n - againAnd it repeatsYear for yearMonth for monthDay for dayHour for hour