Текст песни The Aventin - 365

As your second sentence, and the number of
Think of the pain in his eyes before pulling the trigger
Inhales the fear of death for a moment hung in Kumara
Catch a cold in my temple
No, do not hope, it is the matter of my hands
Inevitability is not long to wait
Our "we" has long been in the furnace dotlelo
zero feelings, I empty, but just want you to know

Stop, look, flows away through his fingers
Our hopes sea extreme time exhausted itself
After leaving only poods of salt and mud
Due Date of pain, I paid for it in full

Late in the words of someone else to atone for sins
Since you played in the blind lottery
You utopian hopes, my emptiness syndrome
We have created an attraction to their epic
Not knowing what happiness will entail
The tragedy of our warped fates
But still my world only you live
Listen, you just go on living will