Smallest Tragedy (исполнитель: Sunday Munich)
Dust has settled on my frame of mind Misunderstood prices paid blindly for your sins Remedies and resolutions unreachable from here Past the point of solution But inside your eyes there's nothing left to see Just a dull reflection of what I use to be No more us just me and just you and just things that aren't [bad word] There's no more tolerance in me no patience no understanding I'm simply worn [bad word] out of answers Your foundation laid with confusion [bad word] my confidence in myself and in you And modern concrete and dreams Perched on the verge of [bad word] He reached inside my womb And retrieved a circus of my masquerades Dense, thick with facades and rotten with time And replaced inside my tiny belly What he thought there sound be And in my grew the smallest tragedy And what do you have to say Silence breaks across your lips Luscious and delicious darling deafened by your indifference My cradle up inside with my own shadows I find it hard Hard to see things for what they are I stuff and swallow them these razor sharp memories And they cut on the inside Where it's most unapparent to you