Текст: Josiah Leming. Artic Outcry Wind.

I feel uneven, like the bones are pushing right out of my skin
And through my hair I feel the cold air of an arctic outcry wind
I feel unsteady, like another step could throw me to the ground
And laying there I feel the cold stares as the people gather round
I feel emotional, irrational, unbreakable, impossible to please
I feel my finger on the trigger with a sense of urgency

I feel everything and nothing at the same time
Can a vagrant and a king commit the same crime?
Or could it even be they share the same mind
As you and I, you and I?

I feel disconnected, like my heart is beating right outside my chest
And try as though I may I can't escape eternal emptiness
I feel completely uncontrollable, untouchable, impossible to reach
I feel my finger on the trigger with a sense of urgency

I feel everything and nothing at the same time
Can a vagrant and a king commit the same crime?
Or could it even be they share the same mind
As you and I, you and I?

I feel everything and nothing at the same time
Can a vagrant and a king commit the same crime?
Or could it even be they share the same mind
As you and I, you and I?