Текст песни Death 3 - Paris Street

There's a knock on the door
A muffled scream
The synapses are failing
The soul is weakening

The heat is off
And the knives are in the fridge
The pills are in the oven
The pills are in the oven

There's a knock on the door
A muffled scream
The system is derailing
The panic is extreme

The heat is off
And the knives are in the fridge
The pills are in the oven
The pills are in the oven

There's a knock on the door
A muffled scream
Fate tires of waiting
The river stops midstream

The heat is off
And the knives are in the fridge
The pills are in the oven
The pills are in the oven

There's a knock on the door
A muffled scream
The rational is fading
The force runs out of steam

The heat is off
And the knives are in the fridge
The pills are in the oven
The pills are in the oven

There's a knock on the door
A muffled scream
The darkness is prevailing
No one can intervene

The heat is off
And the knives are in the fridge
The pills are in the oven
The pills are in the oven

There's a knock on the door
A muffled scream
The ending is unfailing
Uncaring, and unseen

The heat is off
And the knives are in the fridge
The pills are in the oven
The pills are in the oven