tumbles in rhythm Oh, a heart is a pocket for loose change We scrape and we save and we wait for a raise Did you watch as our muscles divided in rhythm
pollution in my mouth And it's getting tired of waiting Until our youth burns away You'll stay here beside me And let the city lights keep rhythm With
normal man With morbid torture plans And forceful hands That could turn a corpse to sand I was born to conquer foreign lands From Portland to the shores of France