Крематорий | LIVE 09 08 2013 - Геена Огненная

11 С Небес На Землю

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Train ride / Archetypal passage

losin my mind for you, baby
i thought i meant something
not nothing, you're crazy

its a very empty station, i wont walk away
the ticket office is in pieces, no trains on display
i got a cuppa from this robot, it tastes cold and grey
in the snow and in the darkness, i will stand and wait

I'm losing my mind for you, baby
i thought i meant something
not nothing, you're crazy
i got the ticket to your heart and it's a maze
i got there and i found out you can’t hold my gaze

i finally made it to the platform, train is on its way
this conductor is a skeleton, he’s half awake
this older lass just tried to kiss me, said she likes my wave
it’s getting weird in here, i’m bout to throw it all away

i'm losing my mind for you, baby
i thought i meant something
not nothing, you're crazy
i got the ticket to your heart and it’s a maze
i got there and i found out, you can’t hold my gaze

i passed out on the seats, i’m tired as hell
a pastor in this carriage and he’s got stories to tell
he spoke about Jesus and the death that he endured
he touched me on my forehead and he told me i was cured

Hold my gaze

[Verse]
The days are thieves they steal my light
Cold claws scratch the edge of night
The damp creeps in like an uninvited guest
I shudder, my breath frozen in my chest

[Chorus]
Winter monsters on the march
Seasonal cheer in the winter starch
Beauty a mask turns to corruptions stare
It’s a nightmare in a festive lair

[Verse 2]
Hollow plastic trees they whisper lies
A chill that cuts through every festive disguise
Snowflakes fall like knives in your back
I’m stuck inside this icy winter trap

[Chorus]
Winter monsters on the march
Seasonal cheer in the winter starch
Beauty a mask turns to corruptions stare
It’s a nightmare in a festive lair

[Bridge]
Frosted windows hide the bitter truth
Shadows mock your fading youth
I close my eyes but it’s still there
The monsters seeping in the icy air

[Chorus]
Winter monsters on the march
Seasonal cheer in the winter starch
Beauty a mask turns to corruptions stare
It’s a nightmare in a festive lair

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