We are the children that worship the moon We live in the shadows so we never see the sun Creatures of this city and i’m sure you’ll see us soon We dance to the beat of a very different drum
I said oh can I get that rhythm that sends shivers down your spine In the sewers of this city we will wait until the night When the nights black ink holds the moon in the sky We will take to these streets where we beasts move with pride It’s a children of the moon intervention We’re the hairs that stand on end when you feel tension A different breed, we’re the scabs, we’re the sc*m We’re the grit, we’re the grime, and we dance to a very different drum
Once upon a time a time that was not long ago There lived a little boy infected by the evils of this world In his heart the madness was growing until it leaked anger into his veins And when he grew he didn’t grow up, he just grew more and more insane He felt pain in his brain, flames, blisters, blood stains Bipolar hurricanes, tried to remain sane Oh but its in vein, burning up in flames Oh what fun, fun Dance to the drum, drum, drum
We are the children that worship the moon We live in the shadows so we never see the sun Creatures of this city and i’m sure you’ll see us soon We dance to the beat of a very different drum
We weave through this city like a poisonous thread We’re not quite living, but we’re not quite dead We all sing along to a very different tune We are the children that worship the moon
We are the children that worship the moon We live in the shadows so we never see the sun Creatures of this city and i’m sure you’ll see us soon We dance to the beat of a very different drumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
