Digging deep in noble ashes Like the solemn faced clown prepares his shows No glimmering rainbow at the end of the tunnel But pale tongues Too numb to moan
A hotbed of extinct cravings Acid hunger in their dead bones Fame beast – worn out, worn well Last but not least we'll break the spell
There can't be no more repetition There won't be no more repetition And I say: No, no, no, no - no, no
This second is ours This time is our gold This second is ours This time is our gold It's ours, our gold
In sleepless sweaty nights their skin smells of dead cells The stars shiver in their beds, too fond of their grandeur
Sisyphus cracked the rock and built himself a big, big castle Now he runs up and down the stairs Longing to be blessed with pain again
This second is ours This time is our gold This second is ours This time is our gold This second is ours This time is our gold This second is ours This time is our gold This second is ours This time is our gold (La, la, la,la, la, la,la, la, la) This second is ours This time is our gold (La, la, la,la, la, la,la, la, la) It's ours, our goldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
