And they plan in riddles, and they speak in lies, And they hide in secret
From sinking ships they lick their lips And bite the hand that that feeds 'em Then turn their eyes and skip in time And hold the hand that beats 'em To them it is all the same... to them it is just a game To be won for the prize of nothing So their master's sins, through cheshire grins, Disappear with a wink between 'em
Dead letters we've sent along in vain, Thinking they'd hear our call These dead letters will not arrive at all
They'll let in rot in ruin, let in lie in dust, let it rust in rubble They'll leave us crushed and crippled, they watch us rend in two They leave us split and splintered and never say as they do
With battered fools as uselfull tools They destory the ones who bore them The brash and bold are bought and sold By the ones who alone implore them To them it is all the same, to them it's just a game To be won at the cost of many Who'd trade their soul for little bowls filled with swill And set before them
Dead letters we've sent along in vain, Thinking they'd hear our call These dead letters will not arrive at all
They'll let in rot in ruin, let in lie in dust, let it rust in rubble They'll leave us crushed and crippled, they watch us rend in two They leave us split and splintered and never say as they do
And they plan in riddles, and they speak in lies, And they hide in secret
Dead letters we've sent along in vain, Thinking they'd hear our call These dead letters will not arrive at all
No lesson is learned and so it returns To repeat all that came before us And the fleeting dreams of the liars' schemes Reappear and promise to restore us
Dead letters we've sent along in vain, They'll, never, ever hear our call These dead letters will not arrive at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.