A tower can fall twice Just like a knife keeps burning red Come on and try to tell me something new And show me what I haven't seen before I have seen it all The rise and the fall
A tower can fall twice And it will fall again
Cut once, cut twice, cut thrice There's more than one hole in the world A piece of flesh, yet still alive What would be one more death with no regrets?
Different faces, different masks and different stories This is what I call Satan Cut once, cut twice, cut thrice Cut four times, cut five times - this world is fucked
Stroboscopic horrors I close my eyes But still can see Death thrash by
No stories left In a kingdom of fear No stories left In a whirlwind of images Of corpses on beaches and machetes on screen From drone filled skies - the image becomes me
No more stories And no more fun Armageddon I'm so numb
Fear for dinner And fear for lunch Black on white A multi-colored death punch
I have been fed with the flesh of the world So I smile
No more stories And no more fun Tune into the end of times Tune into a world in flames
No stories left Just noise on more noise No stories left In a whirlwind of images Of lightless stars and kings of fear And endless reruns of towers that can fall twice
Like a knife keeps turning red Come on and try to tell me something new And show me what I haven't seen before The rise and the fall
A tower can fall twice And it will fall againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
