Оригинальный текст и слова песни Музей Прошлых Поражений:
I stare out the window,
everything is so bleak
Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds
I shall repress it all
Sterile, distant...
I stare out the window,
everything is so bleak
Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds
I shall repress it all
Sterile, distant...