Debris — текст песни (The Gathering)

Darling, baby
Don`t say maybe
Disobey me, I`ll be
Like a bad penny
I twist the truth
I love your youth
You`re losing grip
Take a trip, you,
You`re going down
Going down
You`re going down
Like fallen angels
I will mesmerise
You will paralyse
Framed in your game
Slowly fading
No one knowing
We are through
Count your blessings
Count to eighteen
Souls to perish
For a few stolen dreams only
As we`ve walked down the alley
On the misty afternoon
No one looked back nor forward
The city walls felt distant
Never at our reach
We`re sentenced to your world
You`re going down
You`re going down
With me
You`re going down with me
I will mesmerise
You will paralyse
Like fallen angels