The pioneers have gone to sleep with roots grown around their feet. The war we're waging ended aimlessly. Our troubles never cease, will they leave. Widows call to husbands they can't reach so we parked our cars and walked the streets. The ground is covered with fallen leaves. My children's eyes weep but they do not speak
Clap your hands make a show... Go to sleep my child. Close your tired eyes, your sins in me can you confide. A feeble mind will be your prize. Innocence is lost on me
Please understand I've become inhuman Run while you can, there is nothing left for you. Inch by inch we fall into your gaze. Holy shit, I am, the marvelous disgrace
Clap your hands make a show, let anyone know who's watching. You're not a man as I, but you're selling what we've been wanting....
Such a sure sense of ones self guarded by the illusion. Unveil your big plan, it's not a miracle, you crib to feed the coffin
Please understand I've become inhuman Run while you can, there is nothing left for you. Inch by inch we fall into your gaze. Holy shit, I am, the marvelous disgraceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
