Get to the gone Under the gun Drop in, drop out Get to the gone Get to the gone, it's just the way you wanna be Under the gun, it's just the way to be
Lost in my own world Lost in my own world Lost in my Lost in my own world Lost in my own world Lost in my Getting to the right Getting to the wrong Getting
We kiss the stars We writhe, we are Your name, desire Your flesh, we are Cold we're so cold, we are so Cold we're so cold Cold we're so cold, we are
Static in sound Static in sound Uncurable You plant the seed You fill the need We give to take We give to take Our eyes They burn Sensin' the feel Feelin
Everything is as cold as ice Everything is as dead as life Take another as screaming eyes Take another as curled up cries of Shallow Hating Vision Fading
I don't care what you say and I don't care what you see and There's still a better way A structural defect I don't care what you do and I see the real
into something less than human No longer part of this machine (No mind) Changing into something less than human No longer part of this machine (It's
This is not This is not This is not I hate this! Lines and the light stream Screaming by the scream Burning down, not me you see me suffer Haunted by
Undead, undead, undead, undead Otsego, Otsego, Otsego, Otsego go Otsego, Otsego, Otsego, Otsego go Strenghtening, shroud of night Waiting weak for taste
Got to get it out of me I feel let I feel let I feel let I feel let down Push it down, inspite of me I feel let I feel let I feel let I feel let down
into something less than human No longer part of this machine No mind Changing into something less than human No longer part of this machine It's
Превод: Static-X. Машина.
Lost in my own World Lost in my own World Lost in my Lost in my own World Lost in my own World Lost in my Getting to the right Getting to the
Get to get it out of me I feel it I feel let down Lay it out in front of me I feel it I feel it now Tie it up tie it up And throw it Throw it
deep I'm staring bleak I search in vain Your flower glows Your mother knows As winter comes As time passes We forget the Static in sound Static
We kiss The Stars We writhe We are Your name Desire Your flesh We are Cold We're so cold We are so Cold We're so cold Your mouth This
Otsego Otsego Otsego Otsego go Strenghtening Shroud of night Waiting weak for Taste of blood Beneath a halo Eternal light I survive Breathe
