Soft, soft fade Circled around Turn loose goodbye Switch off No attempt to look failure is king Are we ready? Close those lips Try to lose me three more
soft, soft fade circled around turn loose goodbye switch off no attempt to look failure is king are we ready close those lips try to lose me 3 more time
Übersetzung: Dillinger Escape Plan. Das Trittbrett.
as if in a dream only one man can know he tastes the dirt he chews the dirt the dirt the filth now swallow the filth of it cold sweat runs down slow
now who's the fool? strip it off and scale the wall i am the mask that talks inside the concrete flesh i am the king now tell me nothing i am the fool
such worthless crust and crazed now cring to slap the wrist i sense you cracked and weak the nonexistent won't care when you fail to wake i sense you
