Lyrics Diary Of Dreams - Son Of A Thief

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Son Of A Thief
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So sick of being friendly
So sick of being nice
So sick of being thoughtful
You think i hate my kind

So sick of all the liars
So sick of all your words
So sick of all you cherish
You think i hate my kind

I fall down on my knees
And kiss your holy feet
You noble majesty
I end here in defeat
I beg you to forgive
I, son of a thief
Have to confess a sin
I stole the skin i'm in

So sick of explanations
So sick of revelations
So sick of your disease
You think i hate my kind

So sick of what i feel
So sick of compromises
So sick of how you look
You think i hate my kind

And life goes on

Сын вора

Так устал быть дружелюбным
Так устал быть милым
Так устал быть задумчивым
Вы считаете, что я ненавижу свой род

Так устал от всех лгунов
Так устал от всех ваших слов
Так устал от всей вашей заботы
Вы считаете, что я ненавижу свой род

Я падаю на колени
И целую Ваши святые ноги
Ваше величество
Здесь я терплю поражение

Я умоляю Вас простить
Меня, сына вора
Должен покаяться в грехе
Я украл свою оболочку

Так устал от объяснений
Так устал от разоблачений
Так устал от вашей заразы
Вы считаете, что я ненавижу свой род

Так устал от того, что я чувствую
Так устал от компромиссов
Так устал от вашей внешности
Вы считаете, что я ненавижу свой род

Жизнь продолжается
So sick of being friendly
So sick of being nice
So sick of being thoughtful
You think i hate my kind

So sick of all the liars
So sick of all your words
So sick of all you cherish
You think i hate my kind

I fall down on my knees
And kiss your holy feet
You noble majesty
I end here in defeat
I beg you to forgive
I, son of a thief
Have to confess a sin
I stole the skin i'm in

So sick of explanations
So sick of revelations
So sick of your disease
You think i hate my kind

So sick of what i feel
So sick of compromises
So sick of how you look
You think i hate my kind

And life goes on

The son of a thief

So tired of being friendly
So tired of being nice
So tired of being thoughtful
You think that I hate my kind

So tired of all liars
So tired of all your words
So tired of all your care
You think that I hate my kind

I'm falling on my knees
And kiss your holy feet
Your Majesty
Here I am defeated

I beg you to forgive
Me, the son of a thief
Must repent of sin
I stole my shell

So tired of explaining
So tired of revelations
So tired of your infection
You think that I hate my kind

So tired of what I feel
So tired of compromises
So tired of your appearance
You think that I hate my kind

Life goes on
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