Intruder alert continues to flirt And stagger and trip up my life The sinister thoughts unfairly rots My brain can't put up a fight Oh, the nightmare
( instrumental ) Music by: david e. prichard
In time we fly, in time we die, oh, oh, oh Know what it feels to be lonely Don't know how it feels to be free Reacting wild, some moody child Don't know
Millions of years ago Utopian life arose Through my prolific eyes Watched my equals grow To a mess They failed the test But life was already conceived
Bureaucratic crap Can't keep me humble Money minded saps Are taking a tumble Lies Every word becomes a lie, lie Lies All the words you speak are bugging
threat Bow, down here 'Cause the saint's raising fear I said, bow down here 'Cause the saint's raising fear Raising fear, raising fear Raising fear, raising fear
Yeah, two feets they come a creeping Like a black cat do And two bodies are laying naked Creeper thinks he got nothing to lose So he creeps up into this
Many years of fighting for the cause Religion separates the law Loyal man bomb in his hand Proudly he stands Sacred plot, innocent shot Crazy patriots
Yea, your riches have finally reached an end What you call substance, I wouldn't recommend You didn't gain the strength that lies within I'm here to snatch
Daylight, lie asleep I conserve desire As I refuel the fire Teeth bites in your neck You become the gravy Sufficed, money bet Your last words were 'Save
Bow down here Cause the saint's Raising Fear I said bow down here Cause the saint's Raising Fear Raising Fear, Raising Fear Raising Fear, Raising Fear
Oversettelse: Armored Saint. Raising Fear.
Intruder alert continues to flirt And stagger and trip up my life The sinister thoughts unfairly rots My brain can't put up a fight Oh the nightmare
[Instrumental]
Mirror, mirror Is on the shelf Found another way To ruin and waste my health Took to the flame Put the blade away Just cut my lifeline Quickly
In time we fly In time we die Oh--Oh--Oh Know what it feels to be lonely Don't know how it feels to be free Reacting wild, some moody child Don'
Daylight, lie asleep I conserve desire As I refuel the fire Teethbites, in your neck You become the gravy Sufficed, money bet Your last words were
