The overalls of a traitor stained with blood cut from his own cloth The smirk of arrogant planning gone absolutely perfect The aroma of instant death signaled crimson and grey Cut them twice Drain them right Hang them high, their uniforms silhouette against the sky Snuffing the candlelight room by room, head by head, he collects Midnight lies with the thief, hiding these stars glowing at night If nobody wins, then everything will be quite alright Cut them twice Drain them right Hang them high, their uniforms silhouette against the skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
