Автор: Mr. Strange

When your heart gives up, your love collapses. When they have that, never lest going to stare no more. When

Scornful, relentless memory Ripped of all but drive Undressed by betrayal Zero tolerance for the souldead Wish I was the

The unknown terror That stood alone Passed from the days of the early suns Through worlds of lost belief Laid

I, I, dementia in your mind Creator of decisions, violent visions, and lies I, blind Your eyes forever blind Reality

Let him burn — what he did Let him burn — what he said Let him burn — Hail Mary

No prayers can reach me here No light can touch Among reduced Bibles, cigarettes and drugs I carve your name

Yet well I love thy mixed and massive piles Half church of Allah, half castle ‘gainst distraught And long to

Why have ourselves abandoned us Why they no more belong to us Cries in the sky pray to believe My

There is a force greater than I or you Together, we as equals can be in tune We must vanquish

Our fire’s high and the airbag’s tight Our food’s low but the skies are bright Props spinning all through the