Joo, tämmöisen väsäin, kun iski luomisentuska päälle. Varmaan täynnä kliseitä..
Unpaid debt
Fingers in the bowl
Stopping the clock is my goal
Walking in cell without any pain
But I feel that everything is not straight
Now I'm outside, it's raining like hell
Back to my lab shall I orient and pray
Chorus:
God please give me back my face
God please let me get my revenge
God please give me more time
God please let me see her again
God please forgive me
Puheosuus:
What is it about the dark, what secrets does it hold, he disappears like nightmares in breaking daylight
From wings of the chopper I land to the site of death
Rivets around us will end this madness
Only one hundred minutes I have time to work
I will get my love back and get a new start
My job is done now but everything's not right
I realize that I'm the monster of this story
Should I be dead?
Chorus:
God please give me back my face
God please let me get my revenge
God please give me more time
God please let her get great funerals
God please kill me
God please kill me
God please kill me
EDIT: Rakentava palaute on toivottua (huom, yksi ensimmäisiä tekstejäni ikinä) "Dance Of Death is a gold record, we sold half million records, so somebody is buying them and it's no the fucking reindeer. Welcome to the Dance Of Death" - Bruce Dickinson, 21.12.2003 |
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