Nothing I can say, can make Your picture talk, I feel so tired And nothing I can do will make Your picture move, I feel so helpless But I can feel a
Something is here I can hear them breathe Something is here And I'm scared Beg to your gods But I don't believe Nothing in here Can help me now Cold
I've been waiting for you I've waited far too long Do you want to come? Do you want to come? Do you want to come with me? Do you want to come? Do you
No more questions, no more answers All that's left is the fear No more questions, no more answers All that's left is the fear This dying machine I can
Send in someone else I'm tired of romance They call me 'the game' And anyone can play. Won't you come in and play with me? They call this 'the house
I'm in a big clean room There's blood on my shirt I'm in bad shape from the crash Now I know it's all over Now I know it's all over you Something's
She's like death on two legs She is raw pink shame Please stop the God film It's all wrong But I'm not to blame These boys of image Carry banners Believe
We are, we are The machines We'll play 'games' for you. Come inside You're welcome to choose She is a new fascination, The cold face of love. He is
We are strangers here I suppose We are not welcome Or so I'm told. We are not old friends But believe this, We can be nightmares. Picture the man when
Překlad: Numan, Gary. Berserker.
