Текст песни Oh Hiroshima - Humane

Оригинальный текст песни Oh Hiroshima - Humane

In a spiral crooked from conception
Venturing into an endless self
Caught up with designing my deception
Postulate: the past, a living hell
Time is running out for contemplation
Something takes a grip, I don't belong
Hold up with my transfiguration
I'm the light of the coming dawn
Tell the sun to burn less brightly
Tell the moon to know its place
Tell the earth to change its orbit
Tell the stars to learn our ways