Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frozen Asleep In The Park, artist - Communic. Album song Waves of Visual Decay, in the genre Классика метала
Date of issue: 18.05.2006
Record label: Nuclear Blast
Song language: English
Frozen Asleep In The Park |
Never reveal the family secrets |
Hide the rats in your basement |
There’s an old lady in her grey rags |
Who always sleeps in the park |
Nothing can ever change the past |
Her eyes look like they were made of glass |
But now there is no more pain to feel |
This morning she was found stone cold in the park |
Drawn into drugs to drain the pain |
Cold with fever — deny, or face the fact |
It’s not that far away from here |
Not that far away from where we live |
A siren sounds and break the silence of the night |
Minds getting black |
No reconnection at all… |
Destined to schedule a new meeting |
Reach the human mind in the mirror |
Nothing is left but the door to the soul |
But you’ve been put on hold again… |
Details revealed in the morning paper |
Rumours spreading like fire in dry grass |
Nothing can ever change the past |
Her pale skin was torn by years in despairs |
But now there is no more pain to feel |
This morning she was found stone cold in the park |
Destined to schedule a new meeting |
Reach the human mind |
Into the mirror — into the mirror… |
Take a good look, into the eyes of the weak |
Let’s throw them all away, like rats in the streets |
Paramedics are closing the black bag |
Kids are playing, laughing in the park |
No place to call home, no one even cares |
There is always a dark family secret to hide |
An old picture of the family queen |
She didn’t leave them anything |
In the shadows the society feeds |
Frozen asleep in the park |
Drawn into drugs to drain the pain |
Cold with fever — deny, or face the fact |
It’s not that far away from here |
Not that far away from where we live |
The siren sounds for the 5th time this night |
My mind is black |
Just another night in the park |
Destined to schedule a new meeting |
Get another fill to keep the blanket warm |
Nothing is left but the door to the soul |
But you’ve been put on hold again… |