Текст песни Virgin Brood - Поражение

Defeat

1. Black gouache
He reaches for me,
Smears on the cheek,
Beats me a hand.

Breaks moan
COLD lead,
It is my hero,
It's your twin.

And the fire inside
Fanned the wind,
Stress waiting
Every kilometer.

Each corn
He remembers screaming,
I am no more,
Thonet mainland.

How to enter into you?
Meet a few steps
Your sarcastic view ...
As usual rights.

Punishment,
Redemption…
You're one for me
Defeat.

P: flocks street roared,
I do not understand most of what I wanted.
On your taste in the footsteps of flying.
Room. Last floor. LEFT.

2. From me to you
Wheel at night,
pull up yourself
Blank verse.

I'm scratching at the door,
I rub a hole,
To next fall,
To be a family.

And then ask:
I still come?
You are silent again,
And I stupidly forward.

Remember me
The real!
unloved,
But begging.