1000 Smiling KnucklesО да
Пришло время для революции
Сотня рук
Тысяча улыбающихся зубов
Поднялись с земли
И поселились в песне
Я действительно не верю
BurnSmell the fire burn
In front of your bed
Hear the laughter there
Hurting your head
Smell the gasoline
In your room
See her standing there
She's leaving, yeah
Burn a HoleHere inside
Your face won't wash away
Here inside
Your face won't wash away
I close my eyes
Your image burns and burns away
Seal my fate
And let the ocean swallow me
Needle TreeНу, только любовь может освободить тебя
Висящая на дереве заката
Ну, ты дала мало, дала много
Поднеси свои руки к огню
Подставь свои губы и подари поцелуй
Сейчас ты знаешь, это поцелуй смерти
Срази меня
Skins in my ClosetI got several skins in me closet
None of which is the same
I got several identities to be unfolded
Who am I today?
The beggar, the priest
The thief, or the fog
The garbage on the street now
StrangerSomeone is living
Inside of you
Their heart is beating
Inside of you
Something is wrong
Something has changed
Feel your mind turn inside-out
Quick, what's your name?
The Blind Leading the BlindSomewhere in a southern city
In a room, alone
And his father comes in
And gives him a gun
And a book of rules
Titled "This Is the Real World"
And somewhere, a man in a crowd
Scrapes against something sharp