Альбом XIII
Here I am, still I try to found out where I'm really now.
What is been, I have laid it down, forgotten on a shelf.
An old pair of shoes that I've grown out.
There's never enough to take when you're running away
from emptiness.
My days seem like wasted, I'm incomplete.
I'm grieving, believing in the change in me.
I'm lost alone and incomplete.
Now you're gone. I send my spirit out to wander all the time.
And my flesh, it is waiting for the time to be released.
All in one hand, a touch at least.
Confusion, nothing's real.
I'm lost without. I feel I'm almost gone.
My days seem like wasted, I'm incomplete.
I'm grieving, believing in the change in me.
I'm lost alone and incomplete.
Тяжело писать беспристрастный обзор альбома, который является твоим самым любимым, но все же я попробую преодолеть желание расхваливать XIII и остановлюсь лишь на фактах.
С середины 90х годов в Rage наметилась...
10 из 10, Rick