The fallen children Against evil they stand Gathered together Hand in hand Too young to avoid their Dreams reality Too late to save their Peace of mind Their mission was their fate Tomorrow it can be too late
I see what you do We'll meet in the catacombs Kill my practicle jokes But meet me in the catacombs
Down in the barrens It's your turn to tell On neibolt street twentynine too late to turn back Rooms are moving Reducing and growing Hold together Whatever you do This is one of it's dwells This is a dream taken from hell Unlock the door To the bathroom They sure that It stand there Waiting to kill I see what you do... Come your friends Are dying down here You shall face me And face your fear And I know you shall Die for my peace of mind In my life Cry for the pain I'll give you And don't try to come near Because I'm scared There is the spider Give her a punch With your mindcraft For the future Don't go too far Cause the turtle is dead We must kill her once for all I see what you do... Skinflint skinflint The alien from the past Skinflint skinflint The alien from the past Skinflint skinflint Skinflint skinflintTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
