Psychic abused Scared to the truth To stand and amuse The route to the loot To admire the might Of the holiest hand Frightened by night When the devils take stand
Sword-cutting throats When you're drifting astray When the head of the goat Poor the water away Beware of the man With a thousand faces When you're lured to the stand You're doomed by thousand grace
When turning a spin And you notice a sin Is a wall by a sea And a fog by the steep
He asked him self 'Bout the circles you see When the night is closing And you open your eyes And the growth of the seed Is awakened by smoke And the plants of a weed Is growing larger than hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
