The basic concept of truth seems to evade you But I am here to set it right
I will not squander my faith On fading, failing illusions Longing will not rule my fate Derailing, ailing...
Conjure storms, I'll take my chances For I know that justice will come dance upon your grave You coward
Parading secrets you steal Instilling, willing confusion Playing the part as you feel Fulfilling, killing...
Cast your stones, I'll take my chances For I know that justice comes to dance upon the graves of cowards
Red skies and diamond blades Dead nights and minds ablaze
Tenacious racing toward a checkmate ~And you know I'm right ~ No gracious winner in that game ~ And the noose is tight ~
Fed lies, a common rage
It's martial law to advocate No partial call could bear the weight
Though foresworn, you take your chances You should know that soon there will be no one left to save you Show your scorn, I'll take my chances For I know that justice will come spit into your brain You coward...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
