Слова:
Wratchild America

Step under the streetlight let me see your face There's a madman loose in this neighborhood He draws blood 'cause he likes the taste Carries a knife,

Suits of armor mounted ready for war The eagle is in the sky They rule the land by their queens command If their rival is prepared to die The fog has

I know, you know Something's gotta break If this shit don't come to a halt There's not much more I can take Wheels are spinning, lawyers are grinning

Too many times they tried to kill The Prince of the dark To put an end to his evil life By means of a stake through his heart But every time the sun

I can see what you saw through my eyes Every move you made I visualize I dust for prints, I look through magnified eyes I'm the confidant of behavioral

Ticking away the moments That make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground In your hometown

Falsify, riding on the wings of time Ancient tribes saw the future in fire Reason for departure will void all questions We didn't have this sort of thing

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I can see things changing slowly I can see things, they're not there Breathing and slurred before my eyes Sitting alone still awake Pleased to meet