Текст песни Tish Monstre - Джим. Путь изучения

It really is in a terrible tale
House, forgotten in the dashing years.
But do not faded old paint,
And the trail is not forgotten here.
What led me, I do not know ...
Just next heard the answer -
Like myself I can lock up -
And the key to the door ... no.

These people, like children,
Who leads them?
Obsession - a network
This is all to the slaughter.

Distracted with imprisonment,
Read maniac judge
See fidelity in a mad scientist,
Only this way is certainly not mine.
What led me, I do not know
Just heard the call for help,
I froze in horror -
After all, to this I was not ready.

These people are like beasts,
In search of the key-way
No longer believe,
But many ... do not leave.

Only a person concerned about a maniac,
Do not give me awake at night:
Why is he suffering multiplies,
Putting on a mask of the executioner?
What led me, I do not know
Only there is no way back to me.
And I'm here to invite Jack:
And & quot; I ask for help, brother! & Quot;

These people, like in a cage,
Ten forged locks.
He became my brother is a puppet,
Strengthening the power of the bonds.