Текст: Dead to Fall. Bastard Set Of Dreams.

Take your schemes and your idle screams
To an audience who doesn't care what they mean
From what we've built, take what you need
To serve a bastard set of dreams

To serve a bastard set of dreams

Sell your image and market your heart
Capital gain, till it falls apart

Till it falls apart
Till it falls apart

A thousand open ears and still not a word to say
A thousand open ears and still not a word to say

Take your schemes, your idle screams
To an audience who doesn't care what they mean
From what we've built, take what you need
To serve a bastard set of dreams

To serve a bastard set of dreams
To serve a bastard set of dreams