Текст песни Les friction — Torture

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Savor the time and the trouble,
Just leave me trapped in the maze.
I'll live and die in this bubble,
But I'll never give in to your torturous ways…

I cower when you're near,
It's torture…

Never considered it futile
To carry the weight of your pain
A gift conceived by angels,
Dark blessings offered in vain.

I stood outside when the roof gave in,
You called from the wreckage you were lying in,
You were out of reach and were out of time,
But I took it all and towed that line,
You held my hand and pulled me down with you…

It's torture,
I cower when you're near,
It's torture,
The scars born out of fear,
The horror,
Your soul so black and chilled,
It's torture,
I can't stop what can't be killed…

Save a place inside the walls of your cluttered mind,
Let's listen for silence…
And sail back to when you crumble and decay,
There's no love in this violence,
No love anymore…

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