Текст песни Cultus Black - Killing The Beautiful

Оригинальный текст песни Killing The Beautiful

We are the sick
Intoxicated by our own indifference
We are the sick
And we are drowning in a sea of silence.

I am the clouds that block the sun
I am the bullet in the gun.

So Sick of trying to fit this broken mold
Choking on what is left of this parable
So sick of hiding what lives inside of me
as we are killing, we are killing the beautiful

We are the sick
In isolation we have found our purpose
We are the sick
Were breaking down and breaking through the ignorance

So Sick of trying to fit
this broken mold.
Choking on what is left of
this parable
So sick of hiding what lives inside of me
as we are killing, we are killing the beautiful

Scrape skin from the lovely surface
I never felt like it had a purpose
True beauty lies below
in its simplistic imperfections

I am the clouds that block the sun
I am the bullet in the gun

So Sick of trying to fit
this broken mold.
Choking on what is left of
this parable
So sick of hiding what lives inside of me
as we are killing, we are killing the beautiful