Winners — текст песни (Deady)

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.