Текст песни Jay Weinberg - Another Head on the Pile

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The tip — the spear
All true — our fears
The end — it comes
Our heads on the pile

Dark cold — your soul
Shadow — black hole
The end — it comes
Our heads on the pile

Don’t close your eyes
The sound won’t subside
Echoes of the screams
Their presence never leaves

Don’t go to sleep
Night’s no relief
They haunt your dreams
The specters and the thieves

The tip — the spear
All true — our fears
The end — it comes
Our heads on the pile

Dark cold — your soul
Shadow — black hole
The end — it comes
Our heads on the pile

Don’t think you’re safe
The machine it quakes
Hungers for your pain
Devours all it sees

Don’t hold your breath
Feeds on your flesh
Until there’s nothing left
We gave it willingly

Another head on the pile…