Текст Distortion Sleep Soilwork

In my town where the system sleeps

Nobody gives a damn

Its up to you how to hide to flee

Their hunger never ends

Hateful design builds the structure divine

A territory cold as ice

An endless empire with cynic desire

Born of a broken spell

Chorus:

Feeling like a guttersnipe standing in line

Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice

One will stand another will fall down

Find your way out from the constant lack (2x)

You gotta get yourself a picture of what is going on

Cause their lips are sealed now

Their honesty never to be found

Hateful design builds the structure divine

A territory cold as ice

An endless empire with cynic desire

Born of a broken spell

Your pride is just a symbol

Another hidden excuse

For being such a savior

Distorting your sick self abuse