Текст песни Pale Hands - Раскол

In all of us, the claws of doubt
Ripped to shreds of hope more than once
It’s worse to breathe every second
Who are we, why are we, and where are we now?
Lost, lost, gone
Closed within the walls of alien empty faces
Not understanding, stuck in traps
We cannot be saved

Self-hatred
And loneliness
And in pitch darkness
And in the light of day
Turn time into ashes
What will fly in the wind
Without even a shadow
From a bright dream

All, all that is
Everything inside, only yours and only in you
Alone in the field is not a warrior, but just a target

Each of us is always alone when he closes our eyes at night

Everything was decided long ago for you, finally understand
All those roads are trampled long before you
Conscience and honor fled
Laughing softly
Laughing softly
Wrecked in the mud ideals
Trampled in mud
Trampled in mud