[Music and lyics by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS]. . Walking over the seeds of tomorrow. No babies to be born today. The king's crown. shattered has left. Snow White is nothing but a cheap whore. Wake me! I stepped.
Emptiness again. left alone again. left to question all. that's happened.... and no one cares. and no one cares. all that's left is. the will to die....
Yo Chuck! We got running mixes.... in the headphones. Ah ha ha ha ha!. . Wicked!. . Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come with the wicked style, and you know. that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew, but I got everybody.
Always the same old taste, just new injury. Well I'll wear the claws if you'd like that. Yeah if you'd like that we can ride on a black horse. A great new wave Hesparian death horse.
In the winds of your cape. I've sailed with you. From the shore to the gates. We sway.... . We're alive somewhere else. Far ahead of our time.... . In a game of display we break in two.
Now carrying prose. Broke my real friend. The devil might steady. We wax and we wane. . The devil might steady. We wax and wane. The devil might steady.
I walk in the streets and there is no one there. I hear a voice and there is no one there. I see a market square but no one is there. I reach a hand out but no one is there.
What's a million dollars if your girl's been abused?. What's a fancy Rolls Royce if your friend is being accused?. What's a noble lady if she's got cancer in her head?.
He was jus fourteen and he was white. A smart person? yes. A hero? Oh no not quite. He had no friends, he was always on his own. He wasn't accepted, he wasn't full-grown.
It's not about the glamour, not about the chicks. It's just about this feeling, just about these kicks. It's not the sale of records, not me the shining star.
Welcome to HELL. This is your worst dream. Open your eyes. Wake up with a scream. Horror inside. Between life and death. Quick-growing pain. Still holding your breath.
Power and profit are the law of the land. Thoese who live by the knife will die by their own hand. But the rich aren't the ones who die on the front lines.
If you won't take my calls. and you won't answer my Knock. There must be something wrong. but, girl, now how can we talk?. . CHORUS. Why don't you write me a letter?.
All these changes taking place. It was time I didn't waste. No regrets here to erase, throw them all away. . Without you, would I feel?. Without you, would I find someone new?.
Starting fights that can't be won. Just one round and you'll be gone. When it's lost, you'll regret it. Much too hard to forget it. No one to take pity on.
Well, I don't want to see you waiting. I've already gone too far away. I still can't keep the day from ending. No more messed up reasons for me to stay.
Oooohhhh Ooohhhhh. Oooohhhh Ooohhhhh. Oooohhhh Ooohhhhh. Oooohhhh Ooohhhhh. Oooohhhh Ooohhhhh. Oooohhhh Ooohhhhh. Oooohhhh Ooohhhhh. Bang, bang!. Oooohhhh Ooohhhhh.
The first thing that I do. When I turn myself to bed. Is pray that I will wake up. An' sleep enters my head. Though I'm not afraid of dyin'. I'm proud of all we've done.
Everyday a brand-new masquerade. In every page -. A perfect lie that lies in wait.. Save the best mask for me. Open door, you're free to take the world..
What a single word can do. To bring out all the flowers in you. Needing hope and joy today. Holding on but you embrace. Swirling in two and by due. What a single word can do.