Текст песни The Scorpion Deathlock

Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach.
Plagues enclose.
Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets.
In this moment I am helpless.
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
No poem I've wrote, Nor song I have sung, can halt the army of wrath.Devil Wears Prada, The - The Scorpion Deathlock - http://ru.motolyrics.com/devil-wears-prada-the/the-scorpion-deathlock-lyrics.html
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In this moment I am helpless.
Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the deepest red.
I've always expresses my thoughts in colors, but we remain blind.
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