Fall Of The Albatross все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

As they sit on the backs of hard, hard workers
The workers start to slant and slack off. [2x]

So we fall into our own puddles, made of blood and sweat.
We feared this day that our tired eyes and tired mind would be tired of being a slave.
Wanting peace, we create, we need to get away to build tolerance.

There you go.