Tekst:
Sleeper Oh The Color Theft

I walk alone, head down, in a pale gray scene Every step leads to atrophy, this body made for conquest Instead a pawn on a stage so worthless I saw the

I walk alone, head down, in a pale grey scene. Every step leads to atrophy. This body made for conquest, instead a pawn on a stage so worthless. I

I walk alone, head down, in a pale grey scene. Every step leads to atrophy. This body made for conquest, instead a pawn on a stage so worthless. I saw