Текст песни Элизиум - И Рассыплется В Пыль

Tell us what you yourself have created gods?
Maybe you just did not know how to understand
And ignorance and fear, you are justified by the gods
You lose freedom, were not to know

And it crumbles to dust, just clap your palm
Painted world on rotting cardboard
Painted world scenery for a fairy tale
Who drew mixed all the colors

Explain why your gods be so cruel?
Their cynical lack of love lessons
Your gods do not give anything to argue with you
Forcing yourself to build temples on the blood

And it crumbles to dust, just clap your palm
Painted world on rotting cardboard
Painted world scenery for a fairy tale
Who drew mixed all the colors

I closed the, strangers in a stuffy temple doors
I'd rather believe in people, I in you and you in me,
And Christ and Mohammed, were surprised themselves
Seeing what happened to people like burning ground

And it crumbles to dust, just clap your palm
Painted world on rotting cardboard
Painted world scenery for a fairy tale
Who drew mixed all the colors

And it crumbles to dust, just clap your palm
Painted world on rotting cardboard
Painted world scenery for a fairy tale
Who drew mixed all the colors