Слова:
Mudvayne By The People For The People

closet Grinding my teeth Sit in a small room With the walls closing in Open the shutters But everything's still dim Payback For all the things I've done in my past Payback For

that I've found my home, I'm gone This circus cycle family if faces aren't so strange Faces becoming more familiar day by day Sharing becomes closer day by

move in me All my walls falling down pains aloft misery I'm sure that the lessons were learned I'm sure that the punishments went well deserved By the