The Last Supper — текст песни (Hooverphonic)

Park gull makes you even more beautyful

As if you were created by gaudi the master himself

caus you consist of shattered thoughts

They never seem to bore even if they to turn you into hell



This last supper makes you even more beautyful

As if you were created by the master himself

caus you consist of imploding energy

Let me save you from your unbearable hell

Hell, hell, hell

From your hell



We cant hide from our destiny

This chain is like an inherited spell

That consumes all my precious energy

That pulls me through where ever you fell

Fell, fell, fell, fell

You just fell