In cyberia where the glass people live No request for life no affection, no reply In cyberia where the glass people live A sound of silence no single
Übersetzung: Das Tor zum Himmel. Glass People.
polish Break another promise and take me as a hostage Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around Thankin' mommy's God that it's a cop's town
head then I'm blowing my shit off She's calling on me every night, she's scratching the walls To keep me afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity Unbarring now it's
yes indeed So distinguished, so close some people think half (?) Ain't no secret, people, trust me It's mostly hustling Moves me up strait But just
yes indeed So distinguished, so close some people think half (?) Ain't no secret, people, trust me It's mostly hustling Moves me up strait But just focus
do I hear those children's cries? 'Cause I'm a stranger here, I'm just looking around I see the aeroplanes carrying the bombs Why, you've even found people
you think it's about? Not gettin paid? havin fame? havin everybody lovin you runnin up to you? What you think it's about? Think it's about teaching
is, oh, yes indeed So distinguished, so close some people think half (?) Ain't no secret, people, trust me It's mostly hustling Moves me up strait But
Break another promise and take me as a hostage (take me) Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around Thankin' mommy's god that it's a cop's town
terror in your eyes or the fear between your ears It's the thunderin' and the rumblin' Is it over you're now wonderin' That's when the telephone poll
open the gates of hell. Would I style like it's wicked, would I wear human skin, with magic contacts and a cane that's made of skeleton. What if hell were heaven and heaven
that bell it's heaven or hell We've been tossed we've been crossed Since the beginning of time we've been lost Looking for reason walking on broken glass
