Текст песни: Every Time I Die - Godspeed Us To Sea








Turns out I never had a thought at all. I`ve been talking in my sleep, reciting teleprompted anthems - a marionette strung tight to the executives upstairs. I almost had myself convinced that I meant everything I said. What a shame. Oh captain, my captain, you`ve been drinking, What happened? I`ve been slurring my cadences and blacking out when I stand. I know all about your son, who never did return from the war. But there was poison in that bottle, I tell you. I`m coming out with my hands in the air. This is not my voice. What you are hearing is not me. There`s been a horrible mistake. I`m a proud God-fearing registered democrat. This is all some elaborate scheme and it will be cleared up when the governor beckons for me. He`ll clear my name. It appears that the inmates have overrun the asylum. There`s a madman at the wheel. We are not even remotely capable of keeping our heads about us. We`ve abandoned all semblance of presence. Dead bolted, buckled in. Keeping our word to the sinking ship. Let the rats orchestrate the new mutiny, I`ll meet you overboard.

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Turns out I never had a thought at all. I`ve been talking in my sleep, reciting teleprompted anthems - a marionette strung tight to the executives upstairs. I almost had myself convinced that I meant everything I said. What a shame. Oh captain, my captain, you`ve been drinking, What happened? I`ve been slurring my cadences and blacking out when I stand. I know all about your son, who never did return from the war. But there was poison in that bottle, I tell you. I`m coming out with my hands in the air. This is not my voice. What you are hearing is not me. There`s been a horrible mistake. I`m a proud God-fearing registered democrat. This is all some elaborate scheme and it will be cleared up when the governor beckons for me. He`ll clear my name. It appears that the inmates have overrun the asylum. There`s a madman at the wheel. We are not even remotely capable of keeping our heads about us. We`ve abandoned all semblance of presence. Dead bolted, buckled in. Keeping our word to the sinking ship. Let the rats orchestrate the new mutiny, I`ll meet you overboard.

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