I’m trying to glue back all the missing pieces of the puzzle
Blown and scattered with no hope of repairs
You’ve left it blank for me to fill it in
With the reasons I made out with a vengeance
From a dead chest cursing youth
Grabbing and tearing until I’m all content
Extracting all the youth from your mind
Piecing and gluing the shit that’s left of my brain
Then I see you and ask
What fucking planet are you on?
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.