Текст песни If this is Beauty (The American Tragedy) с переводом

I climb on A parked car

And yell up at God

But He doesn’t yell back

I don’t think he’s listening

Just give me a good sign

I am still breathing

It’s out of my hands

So I cut them

Accuse them

Refuse to use them

Won’t fold them

Can’t feel them

I might as well kill them

It’s all out of anger

I manage to mangle

This city is dead here

But I don’t care, I don’t care

And I lay my back down

So I can sleep

And I care not a thing

About beauty

If this is beauty

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