Texty:
At The Gates Windows

music, the end of flock kingdom Sheep, you thirst for our insanity Windows, sharp, cold Wrap your psyche in blankets of pain No more light of day We're the windows

Preklad: At The Gates. Windows.

Sing, bird of prey Beauty begins at the foot of you Do you believe the manner? Gold stainless nail Torn through the distance of man As they regard the

about the Pentiums, baby What y'all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers 9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard Workin' at

Move on over, I done told ya, boy I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier, boy And when you gon' get it in your brain The gate's wide open and the dog's off

my darling Without me you're nothing You taught me to look in your eyes And fed me your sweet lies Suddenly someone will stare in the window Looking outside at

Chardinay for the wardro and cameras So we can play back this moment in a DVD And mama send this bad truck through the three TVs The waters runnin' for your bath now we at

catch my ChevroLET I-M-P-A-L-A OK, it gon' happen do' cos the gas man's passed the flow Y'know, the part of the night at Illusions wit brainless seclusion

hostility near my gates We used to fight wid kids from other estates Now 8 millimeters settle debates Looks like I'm loosin' sight 'Cause I'm lookin' at