The Red Chord все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Step up.
It is time to learn the hard way.
As so many lives here end.
And I've fallen.
Bugs crawling up my arms.
Eyes so strong.
Staring and torturing me for so long.
So tell me about this life filled with guilt, fear and emptiness.

Festering stench in the air - rotten.
The black and filth all around - breeds.
The masses breed this cloud that is slowly blackening our lungs.
The ashes cinchur and slowly destroy, turning the pink flesh to rot.
The rot, stench and filth slowly bring decay.
Resurrect yourself.
You have become a slave to nicotine.
Yellow stains on pink flesh, every time you spark it up.

If you had not committed such acts a curse like me would not be sent upon you.
God cannot be captured in house of brick and stone.
Commanding the thoughts of millions.
Now the day of dread has come.
Disfigured there faces? Nothing will save you.
You have the nerve.
You will be added to the pile of friends behind you.
As we storm the ramparts.

In a dark room, rows of text.
Alien to the outside world.
Fear of contact by steel will.
Embarrassment revealed.
Hunger for a sterile feast.
My needs are scorned.
By insect blood I am born.
Twist of fate, dealt a hand of improbability.

A realization.
I look to the sky and ponder my fixation on a world of plastic clouds.
It is a film that is holding me together.
A synthetic rise that is holding us and our time.
Collodion stripped across my belly.
Holding back the insides.
The synthetic rise is holding us and our time.
I am waiting for that moment.

It won't budge. Hooked up (and) rusted shut. Warning! (No) tresspass.
Brains removed! Secret key (under) doormat. Self destruct.
Agent, don't talk. (To the) dungeon, spy! I'm so depressed.
I'll never get this band off the ground. Sequence
don't wait, turn it off. Glowing key. Doorbell. Secret lab.
I feel so strong. I feel so strong. Initiate. Try to turn it off.
Eating all the food didn't even help.
Are you here to aid or defeat him? Are you hear to aid or defeat?

There is no such thing as a good time. I still wish it was any day but today.
Awakened moments after twilight.
They made up stories of a hell and promised land to teach man consequence.
A million days, a million tragedies. Only enemies brought flowers.
Eclipsed in rows of rhododendrons. We're re-writing history.
We made up stories of a hell and promised lands to teach man consequence.
A million days, a million tragedies. Only enemies send flowers.
The only way you've learned... It is time to learn a lesson in depravity.