and we will never make it, unless you fake it and we must do our duty, to hide your beauty the strangers in your mind, will surely find the point of no return, where bridges burn they say that i've been sinning, from the beginning in secret, they all love it, but they can't have it and from their distant clouds, they laugh aloud as I come crashing down, through the forsaken ground Russian: Mne kazhetsa ya ne sovsem ponimau otkuda vzialas' eta strashnaya skazka (English translation: "It seems to me that I don't quite understand where this scary fairytale came from".) you try to fight these urges, you want to purge them you wash his feet with tears, and count the years it's getting so much harder, to play the martyr so you crush your desire, he is Messiah they say that i've been sinning, from the beginning in secret, they all love it, but they can't have it and from their distant clouds, they laugh aloud as I come crashing down, through the forsaken ground the nights are getting longer, as he grows stronger these stupid words you utter are your stigmata the crown of thorns becomes you, as they all shun you you take the final bow - where's your god now? Mne kazhetsa ya ne sovsem ponimau otkuda vzialas' eta strashnaya skazka strashnaya skazka