Текст песни: The Infection To Quarantine + перевод

A room full of water

With blood dripping from the walls

You’d better own up to your own worst convictions

And get this one thing throught your skull;

So fire the interrogation, we never talked at all.

You forget everything, you never met me

(This morbid scene of red was synchronized, we had it all planned out

This crimson creation

Where are the heavens?

What have i done?)

You’re heartless, in the stab wound silence

Smile becouse you’ve lost your nerve

You’re demise — to die for

(This sacred scene of white

Never synchronized, this image of failure

Disguised in light, where are the heavens?

What have i done?)

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