Razors Over Mad Apostles کے بول

I remember you... Rome in September, Glass all around, why don't you? You turned around Bleeding the voice, sleeping with noise a whole week long All my friends are dead & gone So I'm sitting here alone trying to make another song And everytime I try I fail What's the matter with the jail? Not enough for me to say: "The black sheep cried!" Smoke filled up my brain Stupid song-writing, headaches arriving in the night Gone... and now it's gone Did you experience? Wasn't it hard to be a god? All my friends are dead & gone So I'm sitting here alone trying to make another song And everytime I try I fail What's the matter with the jail? Not enough for me to say: "The black sheep cried!