Жестокость
shares
It's so formless, that's what's killing me, remorseless, relentless and it's endlessly this pressure
On pleasures hard to find, its expression Walks amongst these hungry times
Like the blues
Made flesh
And so it goes... what of this can we keep
We're scratching out a living here where living is dear and life is cheap
So we pray to all of the gods who'll listen
Deliver me, consider me, get rid of these hostilities at my shoes
How can it be true, I... I'll toe the line
But damn these hungry times
Just a little would taste so fine
But damn these hungry times
I'm suspicious if love don't leave no scars between its kisses
Its curses and its calm you know it won't do
if love's enough to eat then we'd hunger
And on the licks of love we'd feast
'Til we're ghosts of a memory...
And so it goes... what of this can we keep
We're scratching out a living here where living is dear and life is cheap
So we pray to all of the gods who'll listen
Deliver me, consider me, get rid of these hostilities at my shoes
How can it be true, I...