What's behind your painted face
Can you see the real pig in the mirror
Revenge you breed
I hate your skeletons
Begging to get out
One by one
Don't let your secrets get out
Keep it in
The brain dead circle
This is you
Create a new fantasia
'cause it beats hating yourself
Hating yourself
You came first into mind
Known to feel unkind
Blind by what we're showing
Known to feel unkind
Violet pretty
You show your face
You're always fiending
So you crave
Laying the dumb ones down
You love the
Thrill of the chase
This is you
Laid you down then walked on you
Torrid binges bit you throughout
Misery for two
Choking, choking on your sweetness
You came first into mind
Known to feel unkind
Blind by what we're showing
Known to feel unkind
You came first into mind
Known to feel unkind
Blind by what we're showing
Known to feel unkind
Come fetch with me
Come fetch with me
I took fifteen from you
And you'll never get this back
Truly disgraceful
Don't you know
You're not the lucky one
You came first into mind
Known to feel unkind
Blind by what we're showing
Known to feel unkind
You came first into mind
Known to feel unkind
Blind by what we're showing
Known to feel unkind
You can't promise me you'll know (I didn't know)
Promise me you'll know
You can't promise me you'll know (I didn't know)
Promise me you'll know
You can't promise me you'll know (I didn't know)
Promise me you'll know
You can't promise me
klausant Ulver. Įdomu tai, kad Death beveik išimtinai klausausi vasarą, labai retai kitu metų laiku. Bet kuo Death man tokie vasariški, aš niekaip nepaaiškinčiau
Man tai Opeth visada puikiai eina. Apskritai galvojau, kad turiu kažkokias muzikines preferencijas pagal dienos orą ar metų laikus, bet turbūt tai tik saviįtaiga. Galvodavau, kad Ulver man yra visiška žiemos muzika, bet ne vieną vasarą esu save pagavęs
Būkim biedni, bet teisingi - niekas per dainų profilius nevaikšto į dienoraščius Tai buvo tiesiog įdomi statistinė trivia, iš kurios mažai naudos ir tiek