Текст, перевод и аккорды “Death Trip 21”
- The story of a man who did never exist Lord of the skies died With no look in his eyes Sleep walked into the afterlife Died in his sleep His face incomplete You got a taste you're playing with the dark stuff Don't let it get under your skin I've seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass You died in your sleep Your face incomplete One million miles away My thoughts afloat in speculation You fill my dreams like sandman With the taste of hedonism and death One million miles away My thoughts afloat in speculation You fill my dreams like sandman With the taste of hedonism and death Your dark resolve to change your face On the eve of your death and resurrection Heavy with sleep deprivation By death and power intoxicated The story of a man who did never exist The surgeons have died Found in barrels at a building site Found dead with their nails ripped out He died in his sleep His face incomplete One million miles away My thoughts afloat in speculation You fill my dreams like sandman With the taste of hedonism and death On million miles away My thoughts afloat in speculation You got a taste You're playing with the dark stuff Don't let it get under your skin The world's overpopulated Fucked up anyway You'd hate to think you were missing the fun Don't let it get under your skin The world's overpopulated Fucked up anyway You'd hate to think you were missing the fun The story of a man who did never exist Lord of the skies died With no look in his eyes Sleep walked into the afterlife Died in his sleep His face incomplete You got a taste you're playing with the dark stuff Don't let it get under your skin I've seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass You died in your sleep Your face incomplete One million miles away My thoughts afloat in speculation You fill my dreams like sandman With the taste of hedonism and death One million miles away My thoughts afloat in speculation You got a taste You're playing with the dark stuff Don't let it get under your skin The world's overpopulated Fucked up anyway You'd hate to think you were missing the fun You got a taste you're playing with the dark stuff Don't let it get under your skin I seen your eyes in the bottom of my glass You died in your sleep Your face incomplete
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