Текст песни Crow's Perch - black midi

Face
Done
Gone
Done
Fate
New
Trash
Gone
Fate... gone... fight... done
Face... new... trash... gone
Break... you′ll... break... some
Break... or... lose one
Face?
Or fight?
Fight
I woke up in a room
In a leather chair
Suspended by
A strand of her hair
She chose to lose
In order to leave
When given the choice
Could not help me
Fate... gone... fight... done
Break... or... lose one
I waited to lose
And I heard the moans
I sat by
The telephone
And it opened wide
A shoe size nine
If he mutilated
Would you cry?
Would you cry for me?
And he held so tight
And a shoe size nine
And it opened wide
Would you cry for me?
And he held so tight
Fate... gone... fight... done
Face... new... trash... gone
Break... one... break... some
Break... or... lose one