Текст песни Dementia - High Octane Version - Speedy Justice

A paycheck on the left and the highway on the right
Loved ones or hopes and dreams
Cage or endless flight

There's not a bus that's large enough to take us all
No amount of money's going to straighten up the fall

There's an end to the pathway chosen long ago
I'll situate each heartbeat there to greet the final blow
The actions trickle waterfall-like down the destined road
Emotions fracture off and echo down below

And we'll greet the morning standing down on bended knee
Hands tied behind our necks helplessly we'll bleed
It's the way it has to manifest The way it always be

Choice between the loved ones or the hopes and dreams

You always pick your poison from infancy to death
Each day draws you weaker first gasp to final breath
Our eyes seek beauty of the stories and the myth
Desire strengthens with each Lust-dream first and final kiss

All those sweet nothings in the handkerchief of time
Give birth to demons set to strangle kindred minds
Cancelling friendships fore they even start to grow
Still standing still while the world's in vertigo

It's certain that your name and face lived thousands lives before
Can't think this test is one you haven't failed before
The mirror best of you can't look you in the eyes
The best that you can do is participant ribbon prize

Don't feel regretful its all rigged from the start
The rich or beautiful the loving treasured heart
Those dreams were set aside for angels favored high
We're all just fodder for their endless food supply

It all will fade like dementia memory
We'll all remember 20 times a day to scream
Forgetting all the happy times between
Remembering and missing the guy we used to be
Escaping in the winter 15 degrees struggle
Searching for invisible friends that have never been
Never once returning to a mindset of peace
Our circuits fry like tubes that die in old hi-fi machines

There's not a bus large enough to take us all
Every game has a loser
Every game has a loser
Every life has one seducer
Birth a reproducer
Death is life's abusing husband user
Each game has a loser