Текст песни Soilent Green - Walk A Year In My Mind
Soilent Green - Walk A Year In My Mind слова песни
seduced of my virgin descentraped of this primitive trustinstinct... an art of overridden wrathtwisted and bound into my own fleshbreak down... this existencea wish of death... a tired warm breathdisturb the subtle side of meexpression my qualityscratching this sanityinto my walled mind...my sustain of paina slut of love... the lover in sinlet these beatings begin ...begin...get out of my face...disgrace to your race, your kindleft your own friends behind...undecided oppositions fall...complications... no moneyneed to borrow time... no helpcan`t seem to get a straight face...a fit of intense anger...thinking... planning...switching the choices dailyseeing my life through framesan urge that repulses loveand rekindles a painincrease the purge for more...your faltered gamelisten to a wordactions speak-out...wipe-out words that lieemotional thief... held my groundsreveal solutions to weaknessconform to the trails of manbreaking down of moralspunishment worse when youngerI can smell the aroma of lifethe elixir of ill-forgot liestaste that indulges in sinwaiting to be taken in...youthful nightmaresmade reality through diagnosiscrawling to these channelsof comfort through the stainsfrom beatingsplaying these razor keysto instrumental horrorthe cities of living people,the valleys of the deadsongs sung by the swarmsof flies over carnagethe kings that endure the life of filthripping through... digging deepchasing me in my dreamspenetrate the dialecta broken deep thought... learning lessbottle of cheap winethe vintage mindfrom a not so good yearexpose a deep hidden needyou`ve left me... leave me...i`ve left me for this reach on unsanityspeechless in this silence...speaking louder...screaming, no one hearsyou`re seeing nothing more than youcare to see what you don`t want to seegarden sick creaturesthe mind grows to fertilizethe concepts with shittouch my hand... sink inside my dreamsreality distinct to the point of fearrepeating an idea to over-analyze disgracethe strain... overload... blown in your faceconfine this pre-made conceptionforce-fed the lie of hope... choke on itthese truths untold... behold... now painthis solitude for a higher lovestriving for some kindof excellent emotionI don`t think you would like to be mesexual repression has led to deviance