Условия: We suffer everyday,
what is it for
These crimes of illusion, are fooling us all
And now I am weary and I feel like I do
The size of our fight, it's just a dream
We've crushed everything I can see,
in this morning selfishly
How we've failed and I feel like I do
Now that we've chosen to take all we can
This shade of autumn, a stale bitter end
Years of frustration lay down side by side
And it's only you, who can tell me apart
And it's only you, who can turn my wooden heart
