Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning Wheels But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean
Long black night Morning frost I'm still here But all is lost
Speed up to the precipice and then slam on the brakes Some people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakes We are the ones who don't slow down at all And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
Long black night Morning frost I'm still here But all is lost
Feel the storm every night Hope it passes by Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth Draw a white chalk battlement Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave
Long black night Morning frost I'm still here But all is lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
