Текст песни Engel - Feed the Weak

Walk on the border of sanity, Throw yourself to the left and right. Keep you head down in sleep Until you find what you are searching for. Medicated, free from pain. The ground is calling from the heights of the rooftops. Overrated to be sane. Keep me away from this personal hell. Lock all the doors! Oh no, no one can leave. Lock all the doors! All around they scream and shout, Needless pills to zone them out, Strap them down and push it in, Then you'll find yourself within. Feed the weak and tickle the sad, Give a hand to the fallen mad. This trip is rough and right on the edge. Try to look good Even when dead. Bring me the tools! So I can feel and believe. Bring me the tools! All around they scream and shout, Needless pills to zone them out, Strap them down and push it in, Then you'll find yourself within.
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