Comecon - It wears me down текст песни

All of me, all of me, all of me down

Woods swallowing men with cold,
dark, beasts and deep blue skies
Quaking earth, winds that wipe
creations of man away like dust
I reach out to fathom all of my kin
I have none, that is sin
Alone we die like cattle in storm
Alone we die like cattle in storm

It Wears Me Down
It wears me down
It wears me down
All of me, all of me, all of me down

(Repeat)


Pure encharting reconception
of self-vindictive truth
Over-eating expectation
a subregarding sleuth
seems to open for correction
the understudied mind
but it stops at magniloquence
as regulations shine