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Текст: Monks of Doom. The Traveler.

Desperation takes to the streets
From out of the back of the house and into the streets
And you never know who you might meet
If he only plants one little seed

And he's got just what you need
I had a dream, I knew how to fly out of the prison
Straight out of time, now I stay awake
Night after night, I stay awake night after night

Black box, hey you traveler go
Can't stop, careful into that dark night
Black box, hey you traveler go

Invitation takes to the streets
Opportunity knocks and it's him that we seek
So fleeting you know he will run
He's so fleeting you know he will run

I stared right at the flame until I went blind
No expense too small to better my life
Paid for in cash, delivered by hand
Paid for in cash, delivered by hand

Black box, hey you traveler go
Can't stop, careful into that dark night
Black box, hey you traveler go

He's got all of the tricks of the trade
He's got all of the tricks of the trade
Thought I heard gunshots from out of the blue
I wasn't sure, so I turned to you

And you'd packed up and left me that day
[Unverified] a note, you'd just run away
I dragged myself up to the hill

I thought you were dead
So I burned a candle and prayed
That it couldn't be true
I prayed that it couldn't be true

Black box, hey you traveler go
Can't stop, careful into that dark night
Black box, hey you traveler go