Lyrics Tiamat-1999-Skeleton Skeletron - Dust Is Our Fare
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There is a time when some of us are healed
There is a time you're clean and undersealed
There is a time it almost looks like fun
There is a time for the bullet of a gun
No one here drinks water
None of us is sane
If you pretend you're my daughter
We do it again and again
No one here is praying
'Cause no one here is God
And every word we are saying
Might as well be put in blood
There is a time when worms revel in me
There is a time for a pigfaced reality
There is a time and it's usually in the afternoon
There is a time and I hope it will be damn soon
"Наши лица – пыль"
Время пришло, когда излечился ты.
Настал тот час, когда вы запечатаны и чисты.
Пришло время, и это забавно иногда.
Настал час пули вылететь из ствола.
Никто из нас не пьёт воду,
Все здравый смысл успели потерять.
Притворись моей дочкой, попробуй,
Мы будем делать это опять и опять.
Никто не молится здесь Богу,
Ведь среди нас нет богов.
И каждое наше слово
Может вдобавок пролить кровь.
Время настало, черви пируют во мне,
Время настало – реальность открылась свинье.
Время настало – такое случается обычно днём.
Время настало – надеюсь, что будет проклято оно.
There is a time you're clean and undersealed
There is a time it almost looks like fun
There is a time for the bullet of a gun
No one here drinks water
None of us is sane
If you pretend you're my daughter
We do it again and again
No one here is praying
'Cause no one here is God
And every word we are saying
Might as well be put in blood
There is a time when worms revel in me
There is a time for a pigfaced reality
There is a time and it's usually in the afternoon
There is a time and I hope it will be damn soon
"Наши лица – пыль"
Время пришло, когда излечился ты.
Настал тот час, когда вы запечатаны и чисты.
Пришло время, и это забавно иногда.
Настал час пули вылететь из ствола.
Никто из нас не пьёт воду,
Все здравый смысл успели потерять.
Притворись моей дочкой, попробуй,
Мы будем делать это опять и опять.
Никто не молится здесь Богу,
Ведь среди нас нет богов.
И каждое наше слово
Может вдобавок пролить кровь.
Время настало, черви пируют во мне,
Время настало – реальность открылась свинье.
Время настало – такое случается обычно днём.
Время настало – надеюсь, что будет проклято оно.
There is a time when some of us are healed
There is a time you're clean and undersealed
There is a time it almost looks like fun
There is a time for the bullet of a gun
No one here drinks water
None of us is sane
If you pretend you're my daughter
We do it again and again
No one here is praying
'Cause no one here is God
And every word we are saying
Might as well be put in blood
There is a time when worms revel in me
There is a time for a pigfaced reality
There is a time and it's usually in the afternoon
There is a time and I hope it will be damn soon
"Our faces are dust"
The time came when you were cured.
The hour has come when you are sealed and clean.
The time has come, and it's funny sometimes.
The time has come for the bullet to fly out of the barrel.
None of us drink water
They managed to lose all common sense.
Pretend to be my daughter, try
We will do it again and again.
No one here prays to God
There are no gods among us.
And our every word
It can also shed blood.
The time has come, the worms are feasting in me
The time has come - the reality has opened to the pig.
The time has come - this usually happens during the day.
The time has come - I hope that it will be damned.
There is a time you're clean and undersealed
There is a time it almost looks like fun
There is a time for the bullet of a gun
No one here drinks water
None of us is sane
If you pretend you're my daughter
We do it again and again
No one here is praying
'Cause no one here is God
And every word we are saying
Might as well be put in blood
There is a time when worms revel in me
There is a time for a pigfaced reality
There is a time and it's usually in the afternoon
There is a time and I hope it will be damn soon
"Our faces are dust"
The time came when you were cured.
The hour has come when you are sealed and clean.
The time has come, and it's funny sometimes.
The time has come for the bullet to fly out of the barrel.
None of us drink water
They managed to lose all common sense.
Pretend to be my daughter, try
We will do it again and again.
No one here prays to God
There are no gods among us.
And our every word
It can also shed blood.
The time has come, the worms are feasting in me
The time has come - the reality has opened to the pig.
The time has come - this usually happens during the day.
The time has come - I hope that it will be damned.