I watched the birds flock on the rooftops I saw god-below in their pace Took my rifle, oversaw the cartridges The mirror, God-below in my face
In the rooms and streets, liberation My gift is red murder, absolute deaths Shots ring, from my sanctified rifle Thankful they stare in their final breaths
Dawn cleared as I watched them go to live their lies, meaningless Soon their illusions will burst Fata Morganas, fade into nothingness
In the rooms and streets, liberation My gift is red murder, absolute deaths
As I have counted to twenty and nine There is but one freedom left, It's mine I embrace the smoking steel with my teeth My barrel of redemption, my all-ending, killing sign.
In the rooms and streets, liberation My gift is red murder, absolute deaths Shots ring, from my sanctified rifle Thankful they stare in their final breaths
Fata Morganas, fade into nothingness Fata Morganas, fade into emptinessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
