Текст песни Bloody Knuckles, Broken Glass - Otherwise
~I'm
making
a
masterpiece,
I'm
gonna
write
my
name
in
the
wet
concrete
of
the
walkway
on
which
I
tread,
on
our
short
march
to
meet
the
dead...
~A
living
catastrophe,
I'm
the
one
to
blame,
while
the
Russians
in
my
head
are
playing
roulette...
~Forever
haunted
by
the
truth,
now
I'm
filled
with
hatred
forever
crawling
back
to
you
~But
I
always
hold
my
head
up
high
& although
I'm
dying
inside,
suffering
in
silence!
~Playing
a
losing
hand
& the
cards
don't
lie,
back
& forth
the
battles
rage
across
this
notebook
page...
~Taking
control
again
& I'll
hide
my
shame,
but
the
Russians
in
my
head
are
playing
roulette...
~Forever
haunted
by
the
truth,
now
I'm
filled
with
hatred
forever
crawling
back
to
you
~But
I
always
hold
my
head
up
high
& although
I'm
Dying
inside,
suffering
in
silence!
~I'm
living
in
the
past
within
the
shadows
cast,
I
burn
before
I
crash,
bloody
knuckles,
broken
glass
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