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Текст (слова) песни: Ill-Disposed - A Frame Of Mind

As the man I am, I dislike
More purities and feelings send
Into the extacy I hate
Nobody controls me
Maybe it`s because nobody wants to
Anyway

They watch the terror
In a maze full of gray we shall rest
Incomplete, fictive mirror
Enchanting the way, I do at my best

When a man disconnects, he will lie
A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading
The poor suckers brain
I`m one of those men
But hey then again: Who`s to say

Grey is coming, a broken frame

On the cross, my mirror
Unattended my body decays
A future loss, aching nearer
Soon I`ll meet the boss

[The band is talking:
- Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet med...
jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun pҐ den dukke der
- tihi
- Jeg syn... lagde du ikke m¦rke til hvor mange riffs jeg spillede forkert?
- Jojo

which translates to something like:

- There was something, I thought there was something about... I was
playing all wrong... I was only thinking about that doll, you know
- (laughing) Teehee
- I thin... Didn`t you notice how many riffs I played wrong?
- Yeah, sure]

 

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