Исполнитель: Parkway Drive

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Песня: Land of the Lost
(Like drones to their makers,
Like pigs in the trough.
Never souls, we are numbers
In the land of the lost.
Dig.)

Guilt is the weight of the mind,
Heavy as heaven, cold as the night.
Pain is the price of denial,
The promise of hell in the devil's design.
In the devil's design,
In the devil's design,
In the devil's design,
The promise of hell.

[Chorus:]
Are you a righteous boy?
Are you a penitent girl?
We've been down so long,
We forgot why we were searching.
But there's bodies in the basement,
And there's dirt on the soul.
There's a presence of omnipotence,
Reaching down to guide us all.

Keep digging!
Keep digging the hole down deeper!
Keep digging!
Keep digging, the whole thing runs on...

Hope is the hollow inside,
Empty in promise, it echoes the mind.
Faith is the noose that we wind,
The prayer that tomorrow will forgive our lies.
Will forgive our lies,
Will forgive our lies,
Will forgive our lies,
The prayer for tomorrow.

[Chorus:]
Are you unholy boy?
Are you a godless girl?
We've been down so long,
We forgot why we were kneeling.
But there's a dream they can sell you
For a credit on your soul.
So bite the hand or bite the bullet,
No choice you make will breed control.

Keep digging!
Keep digging the hole down deeper!
Keep digging
Keep digging, the whole thing runs on...
Keep digging!
Keep digging!
Keep digging!
Keep digging, the whole thing runs on...

[x2:]
(Like drones to their makers,
Like pigs in the trough.
Never souls, we are numbers
In the land of the lost.)

In the land of the lost,
In the land of the lost,
In the land of the lost.
And they're leading us down like lambs to the slaughter!

Oh! Yeah!
They're leading us down like lambs to the slaughter!
They're grinding us down!

Keep digging!
Keep digging the hole down deeper!
Keep digging!
Keep digging, the whole thing runs on...
Keep digging!
Keep digging!
Keep digging!
Keep digging, the whole thing runs on...

Keep digging, the whole thing runs on blood!

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(Словно трутни для своих создателей,
Словно свиньи у корыта.
Никогда не были людьми, мы – цифры
В стране пропащих.
Копайте.)

Вина – бремя для разума,
Тяжёлое, словно небо, и холодная, как ночь...... [открыть перевод]

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