Текст песни Barrel Of A Gun, Depeche Mode
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Set upon weary feet Who looks in need of sleep That doesn t come This twisted tortured mess This bed of sinfulness Who s longing for some rest And feeling numb What do you expect of me What is it you want? Whatever you ve planned for me I m not the one A vicious appetite Visits me each night And won t be satisfied Won t be denied An unbearable pain A beating in my brain That leaves the mark of cain Right here inside What am I supposed to do? When everything that I ve done Is leading me to conclude I m not the one Whatever I ve done I ve been staring down the Barrel of a Gun Is there something you need from me? Are you having your fun? I never agreed to be Your Holy One Whatever I ve done I ve been staring down the Barrel of a Gun Send |