Текст Norma Jean – Children Of The Dead

Red lights, red lights, red lights
Red lights, red lights, red lights
Red lights, no no no no no no no no no…

We are the children of the dead

Red lights, red lights
Red lights, red lights, red lights
No no no no no no no no no no no, no…

We are the children of the dead
We are forsaken, we are mistaken
We are the children of the dead
We are forsaken, we are mistaken now

The grave is a distant rumor to the
Young and the ones that refuse to see
The grave is a distant rumor to the
Young and the ones that refuse to see

The grave is a distant rumor to the
Young and the ones that refuse to see
Refuse…

We are the children of the dead
We are forsaken, we are mistaken

We are the children of the dead
We are forsaken, we are mistaken
We are the children of the dead
We are forsaken, we are mistaken now
Now
Now