Текст песни PECCATUM - The Moribund People
PECCATUM - The Moribund People слова песни
Текст песни PECCATUM - The Moribund People
The broken minds are for the mad,They say,And shun it like a dog astray.I know nothing of such a lie,And neither did heBlessed be the unmasked enemyOf the righteous content mass.( )Some suffer to the point,Where they grow numb,Where they grow numbOthers are so numb...They deserve to suffer.Some suffer to the point,Where they grow numb,Where they grow numbOthers are so numb...They deserve to suffer.He wrote his life in bloodReaching for a star beyond...Which I, the writer, Which I, the writer, do not knowWhat was – is – or shall become.Where he showed courage I saw shameAs I mirrored him in the common eyeOf the herd.Little did I knowThat when the world turns its monstrous headAway,It reveals such an incredibly lonely placeWhere all is too much, too little,Too much, too much!Some suffer to the point,Where they grow numb,Where they grow numbOthers are so numb...They deserve to suffer.Some suffer to the point,Where they grow numb,Where they grow numbOthers are so numb...They deserve to suffer.Some suffer to the point,Where they grow numb,Where they grow numbOthers are so numb...They deserve to suffer.Some suffer to the point,Where they grow numb,Where they grow numbOthers are so numb...They deserve to suffer!