Оригинален текст
and these walls, they whisper
and these walls, they taunt and they mock
and these walls, they whisper
and these walls, they taunt and they mock and they say
"old man, pack it in, you cant stay here, but you can never go home again
if not to burn a bridge, if not to bury a friend"
I wont relent
with blood on my teeth and blood on my hands
Its my piece mother fker, and Im digging in
because its the last winter dance party
you can trade your seat, but youre still going down
It's the last winter dance party
make your peace, because were all going down