Someone is standing in front of me – his head explodes of lies Mistook a dream with destiny – to be the God of gods he tries “Fill your heart with wine right now” - the besserwisser said “The penance and the hypocrisy will be your daily bread”
I used to serve you my pretty Lord My biggest shepherd of early youth Until I've turned myself to bad Looked in the mirror and then I found out That lost in lies I don't know yet Where is the Truth and where is propaganda
That's not depression – it's just a life When you can't protect yourself from the fall I have to admit I feel nothing at all Even the Satan doesn't want to take my soul
The word of morons grows – it growing up on deserts, growing up on charred stones The word of morons grows – it drifting through your veins, then rooting down into your bones The word of morons grows – burning like a peat, destroying roots at living source The word of morons grows throughout whole my life
That homeless guy with dirty shoes - he left the empty store Still living in the past and still knocking to closed door “Take care of your loneliness” - said his girl in lime “Love was made for healthy men, so please don't waste my time”
I've should to kill you my Valkyrie I gave you much more than I had The only lapse had ruined my mystique You've followed me and shot me halfway Today it looks surrealistic But I'm still dying out of the highway
There is no knowledge without the doubt When you are stuck inside of the fever But then again I'm in prison of the Violet-haired, holy, sweetly-smiling evil
The word of morons grows – it coming from deaf whispers of killed victims ‘neath the walls The word of morons grows – attracting as the magnet, so appealing in its pose The word of morons grows – seems the same but every day wore in the other clothes The word of morons grows throughout whole your life
The fallen angel under the bridge he waits the storm to go Saint Mary's bell beats 2 AM. – the wind begins to howl “Among the crowds you lost yourself” – said pastor in the church “You can always find a way but only if you search”
Restore my sight – Saint Ursula My head in clouds, feet on the bottom I'm crucified since I was born I can't be evil, I can't be sacred In astral plane I'm nothing more but the Miserable, wretched, poor, blind and naked
I'd like to speak the human voice I'd like to find my fear and break it But in every corner of my lost soul There's only anger, madness, suffering, pain and hatred
The word of morons grows – bloodthirsty and devious all around us blows The word of morons grows – with thunderous applause of blind people in countless rows The word of morons grows – so near, so clear, so real, so charming anywhere it goes The word of morons grows throughout whole our lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
