Обожаю тексты песен Portraits Of Past (как и их музыку). вот к примеру отрывок из Bang Yer Head
there are a few truths and here's just one. I am as fucked up about as much as you're fucked up, but beyond that there are only grasped straws and our own private perceived flaws. Where's that gun? We should both use it. Doomed from the start. commited to failure. Simply mirrors all? Rejected selve live to fall.
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