Текст песни: Torture Behind The Door + перевод

Waiting for the doctor

The radio is on

Elevator music

Filters all gone

Old an young

Sitting in line

Waiting for the righteous

The unbent spine

Try to block it out

But the volume’s too loud

Feel like I’m a product

Made in the shroud

Dying every minute

Dying like a fool

Dying to the rhytm of

The democratic rule

Can we ask for more?

(Yes, we can, yes, we can)

It’s torture behind the door

I hope to live again another day

And I’ll aim for the silence if I can

Cause I’m not a make-over man

Twenty years of schooling going down the drain

The waiting room is prepped for the easy or the insane

The weak and the weaker

Shakin' it up

While you are sitting but smart

On your mountain top

… schemes are scattered everywhere

I used to be sick, but now I’m dying here

My soul is beaten too a bloody pawn

While you conduct the soul to have it’s dying dome

Can we ask for more?

(Yes, we can, yes, we can)

It’s torture behind the door

I hope to live again another day

And I’ll aim for the silence if I can

Cause I’m not a make-over man

I’m not a make-over man

I’m not a make-oover man

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