IMPROVISATION OF EVIL
Возрастные ограничения 18+
Ремикс, английская версия.
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Жанр: Dark Hip-hop, rap.
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(Куплет)
He can't recall when he last heard his own laughter.
At five, became a plaything for older years thereafter.
A toy in the hands of a terrorist's game,
A silent doll, victim of violence and shame.
In a girl's dress with silent agony,
Playing adult games, so young was he.
Bloody lips and that glassy stare,
Once a happy boy, now poison fills the air.
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(Припев)
Made a deal with the devil,
And rushed into the fight.
Learned to be a shadow,
And a blade in the night.
Gears in his chest, his gaze pure darkness,
A mechanism for murder,
«Improvisation of Evil.»
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(Куплет)
He was the favorite with pale skin glowing,
Lived like in flames, this burden knowing.
Lustful gazes slithering across his frame,
Sweet honey amid poison, a twisted game.
But the world shows no mercy for his weakness,
Tested for strength since his years of meekness.
Thrown into assassins' school to survive alone,
Unleashed his fury like a sword from its sheath shown.
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(Бридж)
Stepped into the void,
Without a cry.
Without tears.
Just that stare.
Now he stands alone,
And it's his only chance.
•
(Куплет)
Enemies swarmed like a darkened horde,
To break his fierce peace they could not afford.
Now he stands alone, his home made of graves,
Why is fate so unjust in the ways that it paves?
His love was like a quiet, gentle call,
An attempt to break free from his chains, to stand tall.
For years she whispered: «You're not a beast,
You're human open your door to me, at least.»
•
(Припев)
Made a deal with the devil,
And rushed into the fight.
Learned to be a shadow,
And a blade in the night.
Gears in his chest, his gaze pure darkness,
A mechanism for murder,
«Improvisation of Evil.»
Made a deal with the devil,
And rushed into the fight.
Learned to be a shadow,
And a blade in the night.
Gears in his chest, his gaze pure darkness,
A mechanism for murder,
«Improvisation»
•
Жанр: Dark Hip-hop, rap.
•
(Куплет)
He can't recall when he last heard his own laughter.
At five, became a plaything for older years thereafter.
A toy in the hands of a terrorist's game,
A silent doll, victim of violence and shame.
In a girl's dress with silent agony,
Playing adult games, so young was he.
Bloody lips and that glassy stare,
Once a happy boy, now poison fills the air.
•
(Припев)
Made a deal with the devil,
And rushed into the fight.
Learned to be a shadow,
And a blade in the night.
Gears in his chest, his gaze pure darkness,
A mechanism for murder,
«Improvisation of Evil.»
•
(Куплет)
He was the favorite with pale skin glowing,
Lived like in flames, this burden knowing.
Lustful gazes slithering across his frame,
Sweet honey amid poison, a twisted game.
But the world shows no mercy for his weakness,
Tested for strength since his years of meekness.
Thrown into assassins' school to survive alone,
Unleashed his fury like a sword from its sheath shown.
•
(Бридж)
Stepped into the void,
Without a cry.
Without tears.
Just that stare.
Now he stands alone,
And it's his only chance.
•
(Куплет)
Enemies swarmed like a darkened horde,
To break his fierce peace they could not afford.
Now he stands alone, his home made of graves,
Why is fate so unjust in the ways that it paves?
His love was like a quiet, gentle call,
An attempt to break free from his chains, to stand tall.
For years she whispered: «You're not a beast,
You're human open your door to me, at least.»
•
(Припев)
Made a deal with the devil,
And rushed into the fight.
Learned to be a shadow,
And a blade in the night.
Gears in his chest, his gaze pure darkness,
A mechanism for murder,
«Improvisation of Evil.»
Made a deal with the devil,
And rushed into the fight.
Learned to be a shadow,
And a blade in the night.
Gears in his chest, his gaze pure darkness,
A mechanism for murder,
«Improvisation»
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