Текст песни Funeral Tears - разливая по венам усталость

Pouring through the veins of fatigue,
Wind tells me softly, "Farewell."
And in the days of madness plunging,
I slept that damned paradise.
I'm tired of the illusion of happiness,
From the false smiles of people.
And my eyes are constrained by fear
And malice personal ideas.

Sun, sleep our souls down.
Sun burn the goddamn fear.
Let us get enough of the weight of days.
And she made, in the cold hands of their children.

Our lives, which mean something.
But lust keeps us living.
We are in a vice network,
Breaking innocence thread.
And now we stand on the precipice,
Inhaling smoke poisoned.
Hoping to forget what that will be.
And to stay alive though second.

Sun, sleep our souls down.
Sun burn the goddamn fear.
Let us get enough of the weight of days.
And she made, in the cold hands of their children.