Текст песни Soilworker's Song Of The Damned

Postironic we laugh dream in sonic,
Diamond overload.
Drenched in fear by strike of lightning,
Cause we're only listening with one ear now.
This organism rips us apart, it feasts on us.

Song of the damned, never ends, so don't pretend..
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand...

This machine creates
What in some people's mouth is called art.
Too hard to comprehend,
Too hard but we will not bend.

So why are we trusting, all those cynical souls?
Bleeding. Aching. Bleeding. Aching!
Bleeding with hearts,
Open wide all so cold.

Live for the moment, get killed for the thrill.
Bleeding. Aching. Bleeding. Aching!
Bleeding for nothing.
For we've seen it all.

Fast and furious we're riding with serpent speed.
Through the essence, through the greed.
Forcing ourselves to overcome this mystery.
This restless degradation,
Temptation and our endless lust.Soilwork - Soilworker's Song Of The Damned - http://ru.motolyrics.com/soilwork/soilworkers-song-of-the-damned-lyrics.html
Will bring us down - will bring us deeper down!

So why are we trusting, all those cynical souls?
Bleeding. Aching. Bleeding. Aching!
Bleeding with hearts,
Open wide all so cold.

Live for the moment, get killed for the thrill.
Bleeding. Aching. Bleeding. Aching!
Bleeding for nothing.
For we've seen it all.

Postironic we laugh dream in sonic,
Diamond overload.
Drenched in fear by strike of lightning,
Cause we're only listening with one ear now.
This organism rips us apart, it feasts on us.

Song of the damned, never ends, so don't pretend..
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand...
Song of the damned, never ends, so don't pretend..
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand...
Song of the damned, never ends, so don't pretend..
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand...
Song of the damned, never ends, so don't pretend..
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand...
Song of the damned, never ends, so don't pretend..
We are condemned where we stand, where we stand...