Song Of Kerman все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Violence is the most temptuous of my demons
I grip the reins, clench the bridle
confront the past, the mirror shoock, image strewn, was it me, violence is most temptuous
90 miles per hour over the bridge, red and blue lights in the rearview sight right on Celery, past the Indian burial ground
and it grew from there, the beams were welded
shattered and fractured, bricks and pipes, masks and gloves
retribution was all the justification I needed
Stood up to them all, but not to myself