Текст песни: Dead Alive (Flipped) + перевод

Figments of imagination

«What are they hiding under there?»

On a walk in a fragile state

Weird angles coming over the wire

Back home we got girls in braids

And they’re on roller skates and they roll any way they like

From my town I can always look down

Down my nose at the fish in the barrels

But in the wilds of human life

There are pretty knives, an array of gentle eyes

So tonight

Dance and cry

The dead alive

Monuments for awful events

I float by in a daze on the freeway

He can whine about different times

But me, I’m fine with the mirrors far away

For the mills in the valley to function

Rain gonna fall on the hills where we hide

Wash the blood and the guts to the ocean

Feed the pike, making everything alright

So tonight

Dance and cry

The dead alive

So tonight

Dance and cry

The dead alive

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Figments of imagination

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