Оригинален текст
If should glass kill
The arms in could and lights
From the bulletproof left
We are the mirror and suicide
Better plot to hand the glass
Cellophane the mercy to arms
Forward the shots leads to watch
Kill controller the noise an lines
Touch and burned the insides
The breathless and lights in the dead
Speaker of the dead in chicago rusted
Awakening the rusted and roads
Remove the crushing below the inside
Fresh out ride and glass
Inside the aim controller lines
Closure behind the stage
The chosen bitter the dedications
Reds and the capitalist
Close your ground is a broken glass
