Текст песни: Sound is compressed; words rebel and hiss. + перевод

I’ve seen the crying

The slamming of the doors

I know you’re trying

Doing it all like it’s been done before

And I’m not denying

The costumes that we wore

I know you’re fighting

Peeling it off until you hit the core

Black is the light that shines on my path

Black is the colour of freedom

I’ve seen your crying

Slamming all the doors

I know you’re trying

Doing it all like it’s been done before

And we called it fighting

Sucking in the store

I know you’re trying

Peeling it off until you hit the core

Growing on attention as you stretch your span releasing what was hiding on the

inside now erupting where you scratched it, start to bleed internally and as

the pain results in screams you run for cover in a lie so old the dust on every

page has turned to gold. Hold that thought. Relive it. Suck it dry.

Connect the dots. Indulge yourself in the identity dissolve. Holes in all the

filters and the shit is seeping through. All the things you called yourself and

the things that they called you. It’s fading in significance, it’s lost inside

a world that owes you nothing. Nothing of the kind. I stole this fucking line

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