Disturbed
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Monster ( from Alex D. Grey )
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Текст песни "Disturbed — Monster ( from Alex D. Grey )"
End this suffering!
You made a monster of me
Through all your wicked lies,
Forever tortured by you,
Abandoned at death's door.
-CHORUS-
Until I say no more!
Don't look away, you're just a former regret of mine!
And when you won't, just look away,
You're just a former regret of mine!
Erasing now!
You made a rock-star of me,
Gave me this wicked life,
Paid to be tortured by you,
A life I now abhor.
-CHORUS-
And still I say no more!
Don't look away, you're just a former regret of mine!
And when you won't, just look away,
You're just a former regret of mine!
Erasing now!
Think over all of the shit in your mind,
Think over and come to grip with it.
Think over all of the shit in your little twisted sick mind,
All said!
Think over all of the shit in your mind,
Think over and come to grip with it.
Think over all of the shit in your little twisted sick mind.
When you won't, just look away,
You're just a former regret of mine!
And when you won't, just look away,
You're just a former regret of mine!
Erasing now.
You made a monster of me
-CHORUS-
Until I say no more!
Don't look away, you're just a former regret of mine!
And when you won't, just look away,
You're just a former regret of mine!
Erasing now!
Перевод:
Конец этих страданий
Ты делаешь меня чудовищем
Сквозь всю твою злобную ложь
Навсегда замучен тобой
Оставленный в дверях смерти
Пока я не скажу, хватит
Не отводи взгляд
Ты всего лишь мое прежнее сожаление
И, когда захочешь, просто не смотри
Сотри все
Ты делаешь меня рок-звездой
Дай мне эту злобную ложь
Плата за мучения
Теперь я ненавижу жизнь
Но все же говорю, хватит
Подумай обо всем мусоре в твоем сознании
Подумай и возьми власть над ним
Подумай обо всем мусоре в твоем маленьком, искривленном, больном сознании, говорят все
