Release your head from the world
Keep yourself underground
No one understands your mind
Grown tired of screaming
And talking to the walls
No one understands your mind
Humans programmed like robots
Making sure you don't belong
No one understands your mind
Live with the constant knocking
From the fools at your door
No one understands your mind
Searching hell for the exit
Never to be found
No one understands your mind
If you could stop the world
You would take your leave
No one understands your mind
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.