Winners — текст песни (deadsy)

Let`s take the longest way through the hallways of your mind.

Upon your knees, the phantom breeze of a shipwreck lost in time.

Your envy mirror, the kelly fear adorns the walls in slime.

Figure it out,just like you used to.

In the absense of proud, that`s whne you`re cursed to prove.

And as the perfect wings`ll glide, cleansed are men of all the mice.

Past the pain,we tend to strive, or that`s how it seems to beginners.

Accept awards throughout our lives, to make young lovers intertwine.

Perhaps the end`ll come tonight, so hooray for the Winners.

A vast abyss, where lie dismissed ideas of yours and mine.

But brought to kneel by the Grecian Seal, we join the family line.

You`ll never thrill the bold divisions in the sky,

of whom predestined you to always be the last in line.

Because the Winner`s young and bright.

Let the heavens make it right.

A warm and gentle breeze at night.

Bereft,you are of plans to gain no misery, you`re no surprise we`re born to fight,

suck the marrow of life the Winners forever preside.





[Thanks to gothchic13@excite.com for these lyrics]