Текст песни: Decomposing Lullaby + перевод

Bad wind breathing in the streets tonight

A gunshot rhythm to a decomposing lullaby

I rest my head on the bosom of restless nights

Death is dining at our table

We feast on our nails

There’s a bullet with my name on

Waiting to exhale inside of me

There’s not alot of sympathy

With the life I’m leading

If only I could begin again

But I’m not surprised it’s the end

I feel helpless

I can’t help it if I don’t need a lullaby

We need a miracle

If this is where our hearts lie

Where is our home?

I rest my head on the bosom of little faith

Still we keep hanging on for a saint

Barking serenade of panic

The moon is wailing

Quench your thirst my son

Make sure you lick the knife clean

Inside of me my life will be an offering

To those that I have failed

There’s a bottle with my name on

And I’m waiting to inhale

I rest my head on the bosom of restless highs

I rest my head on broken promises

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