Текст (слова) песни: Ill-Disposed - A Frame Of Mind
As the man I am, I dislike More purities and feelings send Into the extacy I hate Nobody controls me Maybe it`s because nobody wants to Anyway
They watch the terror In a maze full of gray we shall rest Incomplete, fictive mirror Enchanting the way, I do at my best
When a man disconnects, he will lie A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading The poor suckers brain I`m one of those men But hey then again: Who`s to say
Grey is coming, a broken frame
On the cross, my mirror Unattended my body decays A future loss, aching nearer Soon I`ll meet the boss
[The band is talking: - Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet med... jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun pҐ den dukke der - tihi - Jeg syn... lagde du ikke m¦rke til hvor mange riffs jeg spillede forkert? - Jojo
which translates to something like:
- There was something, I thought there was something about... I was playing all wrong... I was only thinking about that doll, you know - (laughing) Teehee - I thin... Didn`t you notice how many riffs I played wrong? - Yeah, sure]
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