Vārdi:
No Service Project

A blinding flash of light A cry of pain and agony People search for medicine No sense in moving underground Bodies burn and turn to ash There's no cure

Tulkojums: Mozus, Svētais. Ssp (Secret Service Project).

The stage is set, you better play it light The lights go up, it's opening night Hold back on what I know is me The house lights dim, the crowd rolls

The world's on your shoulders All that weight on your back Really realizing We're under attack I've been waiting Since yesterday For the sun to rise

This one comes to you straight from the hills Now tear up the floor with them dancing skills We?ve got to reach, got to reach for our dreams We?ve got

Chased out of the homestead By an eagerness familiar to me And I know that time is getting old And that?s why I?m constantly Reassembled by my own words

When the cold air finally thaws it?s a cure-all for depression December took my happiness with such ease and aggression When I?m finished packing up

Well we?re born and we?re bread and we?re taught and we?re fed all the brains in my head can?t contain all that?s said so I live and I die and I fall

Livin' this life ain't nothin' but a joke I can think all day and watch my brain smoke I figured it out that I can't figure out shit And if I did I wouldn