Текст:
There's no liberation
when the needle hits your head
feels like a joyride
to the gates of death
Some say life goes on
but I believe it don't
they say we meet in the afterlight
but I believe we won't
Its a one way ticket
on a road full of tears
white angel, white angel
the city never sleeps
the city never sleeps
when the needle hits your head
feels like a joyride
to the gates of death
Some say life goes on
but I believe it don't
they say we meet in the afterlight
but I believe we won't
Its a one way ticket
on a road full of tears
white angel, white angel
the city never sleeps
the city never sleeps
