Вершы: Queensryche. Hit The Black.

Hanging by a thread, problems in my head,

don't know what I said, living to be dead on the run.

Corporation greed, television need,

overdose and bleed, pornograph obscene, I'm a liar.



There's no brakes on me, as I'm running down the track.

They'll be waiting for me, but I'm never coming back.



I'm going down...

to a place where I can see all there is to see in me.



Bullets in the gun, gonna have some fun,

think I'll take a ride to the other side, till I'm done.

Hole is in the vein,

feel it numb the brain, take away the pain,

never be the same till I die.



There's no brakes on me, as I come around the track.

There's no gauge to read,

peg the needle as I hit the black.



I'm going down...

to a place where I can see all there is to see in me.



Population freeze,

modern day disease,

brings us to our knees, see them stand in line for a cure.

Profit in the wind,

pushing back the time that we wait in line,

pushing back the time, it's a sin.



There's no brakes on me, as I'm running down the track.

They'll be waiting for me, but I'm never coming back.



I'm going down....