When we cross the border of madness Then there shines a glimmer of truth
There’s that serpent with two faces Shining through your shivering sported blood
We absorb the image of today Of your glistering body-form
That is and will continue to be the life source The morbid axis to our attention
Turning my back, future will come when we will die Out of the body, an opinion never accepted Burned in your flesh, even a fool can become disengaged
As the world turns in the wrong direction, And we’re fighting against the stream We sit at the gate and scratch the gaunt fruit Of passion dies in the light
Turning my back Haunted visions Wandering of our believe The entire spectre I’m proud to know your body, I hate the point of view An ever floating move of the mind I’m paralysed Rot away, you crusty clown
Welcome to this table, beloved unconscious Raise the best of hair from the crooks And struggling to summon on you one of the looks Their arms look like snakes
Wipe-off all the bottles that we’ve drunken Like dark crystal-skittles about the cabin And a morbid lump of love is a cleaver And then we fly in his ideals
Turning my back, future will come when we will die Out of the body, an opinion never accepted Burned in your flesh, even a fool can become engaged
Get out of my mind, down on your knees
Flush my brain Stripped of my wings, don’t catch me Empty my rein Catch me
Drowning in clues, believe your lie Can’t look inside Under the skin Try, try to understand
Wipe-off all the bottles that we’ve drunken Like dark crystal-skittles about the cabin The leader’s free-hand is a cleaver And a morbid lump of love in his ideals And the mountains we will fly
It’s just a fact of life, You’ve got to accept the fact That things going to stay the same And you’re not the only one who will stay
Why can’t your put as much power of your feelings Into something useful to make an effort To overcome and make a new life for yourself Just because things aren’t the same anymore
Turning my back, future will die Out of the body, an opinion never accepted Burned in your flesh, even a fool can become disengaged Anti-disestablishedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
