翻訳: 競合. すべての確率に対して.
she was always taking and he was forever giving Alone he sits in his quiet room wondering where it all went wrong Looking for the pieces to the puzzle, remembering all
Decisions made for all is their responsibility? They forecast better ways to better days; onwards they seek progress no matter what it takes From left to right to all
feel at every savage blow Someone whispers "cruelty" but they don't want to know The balding man stands silent as slave fights for life He thinks of all
sense of security, from being held tightly, until the camouflage drops and the tenderness stops The well-rehearsed statements have been made, now it's red lights all
a popular line I've got the "Crass" Broken Gun. Don't know what it means, but it suits you fine I've got a lovely line in anarchist ties, some "Conflict
your Chinese calendar, it's the year of the Q Calm, down, my pace so you can Hop all over lyrical roller coaster ride As I, once again climb slowly
and loading sir) Remember break that window when that cop comes in and blow that motherfuckers head off [multiple gun shots] (Got him) Yeah load it up again
to believe in me As deep as the abyss where the waters run As deep as the land of the rising sun You know I'm down And even when them odds are against
and Norman and the talking priest-- still, I am at least holding all the doors open. Inside me all outside is shared. As the cracked bells peal it all
to believe in me [Hook] As deep as the abyss where the waters run As deep as the land of the rising sun You know I'm down And even when them odds are against
end:cleansed in flame [Chorus] Alone now My will be done Unchallenged again in might Set at odds Those who once were And will never be again Divided to
loading sir) Remember break that window when that cop comes in and blow that motherfuckers head off [multiple gun shots] (Got him) Yeah load it up again
your Chinese calendar, it's the year of the Q Calm, down, my pace so you can hop all over lyrical roller coaster ride As I, once, again, climb, slow-
a thing? We will have a fucking good try. Mobilise, fight, against all odds Broken dreams and promises mount as the poll axe thrusts her knife Poverty hits an all
