Текст песни Fury - Henric de la Cour

If I don't wake up tomorrow the wind will still be howling out there
My cell is getting smaller lies everywhere
There was something wrong at rumour control
There was something they kept from us
The wind outside is still howling in harmony with my thoughts
The creeping death will find us each and everyone
I was never a man of faith back home but here I pray for my life
We have lost the last intersection and it is gone
The screams are getting louder I think of loved ones back home
The pain is somehow softer but the lights are turning down
We have only hate for each other still we take each others hands
I feel the heat from your breath it is riddled with disease
There is nothing left to do right now I am tired as can be
I can't trust anybody nobody can trust me
If I don't hear from rumour control here is where I will be