The Procussions все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

[Verse 1 Mr. J. Medeiros]
Dealing with demons got them feeling secluded
And muted without a clue how to heal them
We call them in our confusion to hear that they miss us
But I fear that this sickness well it’s mirror depicted
Leave us here with no witness
And though it’s clear as forgiveness what’s in us is our own secrets
We frequently swallow regrets

Envision a prison of age
Where the apparent disposition is out of apparent commission to live in a cage
To its a appearance where decisions are made
To not listen, and they got their fist in opposition to fair play
Must be in your solicitation of rage
You became a victim the same way
The system that gave way
Inflictin' the same pain