Texty:
Project 86 Project 86

Her heart Her heart bleeds Her heart Her heart bleeds It is a basis for your heartfelt hunger so gaze At the page at the faces of nameless You're alone

Set me up, set me up, set me up Set me up, set me up, set me up Right in front of me, dropping another game now I watch your face as your eyes look down

I will not forget the day when the sides were chosen Me against me against me Clothing so drenched with sweat and the teeth they were clenched Who can

Rising up against this wickedness And unphased by your endless myths Hands all around reach to slow him down He's all about this sound We aren't playing

I hear a voice speakin' softly amidst the breathin' An invitation to a place where hearts are beatin' To a place where your dreams are made Where songs

With all those thoughts I've left behind I'm puttin' to death, no remorse what's pushed inside With a toast I sigh Till the fate of this weight, what'

Out of the playground's ashes Come little men with little games They're playing war They're planning new crusades like new arcades The reason for the

I remember the day when the mojo ran away You say you're here to back us going down that way You're the one whose ratting on these cards of plenty Twelve

Trace the chalk and seize the day so Those old habits never pass away Commemerate the conception with The children's debt the retribution Deaf to