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• Artiste: Wratchild America
• Titre: Another Nameless Face
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Taunted and troubled, he raises his hand Draws his fist, lets it all fall loose again He's chained to his life, it's a walking, talking death And he's losing his grip with every passing breath Weary eyed and weak, he pulls himself up Tries to take a drink, but he drinks from an empty cup Yellow running down his back, blue across his face He was giving his colors in the human race Well his features are worn, there's darkness in his eyes Some say madness--it's the perfect state of mind He hears a rumbling silence that's louder than any words To him it has more to offer than anything he's ever heard So tell me, where can he go, which way can he face? Does the wind blow For another nameless face? What's another nameless face In another nameless place So what's another nameless face Well, some people say Blue is for insanity, yellow is for shame Colors might just tell you things Should not be explained