Текст …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead – Heart In The Hand Of The Matter

Ride the apocalypse
Coming through the city side
The fallen angel
No need to hide

And I’m so damned, I can’t win
With my heart in my hands again
Take your hurt, a muse of sin
With my heart in my hands again

And this is where it began
Shot through a shattered lens
And there is virtue
In loneliness
In vacant lots
And fluorescent malls
In one room coffins
And crowded halls
There is nothing that could be done
We have lost all control
I walk in the shadows
Of your tortured realm

And I’m so damned, I can’t win
With my heart in my hands again

I can’t see a trace
And I can’t find your trace
And I can’t find your face
And I can’t see my trace

Ride the apocalypse
Coming through the city side
Oh no, there is nowhere to hide
Ride the apocalypse
Coming through the city side
You’re the fallen angel
Nowhere to hide