Слова:
As Cities Burn Of Want And Misery The Nothing That Kills

kill me by doing nothing But I know it's not you, my dear I know it's not you, I know it's not you, my dear It's the nothing that kills I can't save

will kill me by doing nothing But I know it's not you, my dear, I know it's not you I know it's not you, my dear, It's the nothing that kills I can't

, and girls, drugs and in general a life I had never known which was exciting, frightening and wonderfully dangerous. And it was then as I staggered through a down town city

misery, condemned by those very same people. Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule? How is it that the small and