Even if you don't show people a thing Beads of sweat run on your forehead A smile to wipe out the grieves and dry the tears Your pride and guts are reflections of your reserve No flaw is visible but in the end� You are afraid!
Death is not really terrifying The hardest part is for people who stay It becomes unrefined It never strikes down at the right time And the right person There is something rotten in paradise
Death is blind and unfair It always hits below the belt The countdown has begun The dice are loaded
The countdown is engaged from the moment we're born We're survivors at the very last minute
The countdown has begun The dice are loaded
The wheel's spinning but always the same way It always stops, I think we're attached to it
The countdown has begun The dice are loaded
Don't leave too quickly ripping your pages out You deserve to rest in the Valhalla
The countdown has begun The dice are loaded
No substitute will absorb our despair There is really something rotten in paradiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
