Текст песни: Strain + перевод

Fickle father, foolish son

We pray for pain, we pray for blood

I hope I die, I hope I’m high

I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky

I hope your body heals itself

I hope that God forgives himself

I hope I die, I hope I’m high

I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky

They say that I will live, will die

They say as well, I’ll burn in hell

So get your jacket

Exactly where you left it

Dear, I know you think it’s clear

I am the problem, everybody saw in there, alone

Eating alone

Fickle father, foolish son

We pray for pain, we pray for blood

I hope I die, I hope I’m high

I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky

I hope your body heals itself

I hope that God forgives himself

I hope I die, I hope I’m high

I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky

They say that I will live, will die

They say as well, I’ll burn in hell

So get your jacket

Exactly where you left it

Dear, I know you think it’s clear

I am the problem, everybody saw in there, alone

Eating alone

Whoa-ooh oh, whoa-ooh, whoa-ooh oh, whoa-ooh (x7)

«I hear you’re seeking an attorney and, go through the legal system to do what

you need to do, and, and get out of this forever, to solve our problems.

You got that?»

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