At first you're running, you're outta control You think you're cunning but you haven't a soul It's time to leave, time to exit your hole Right now, '
One time a different point of view Some kind of killer Brought something, something that was new People blind as they slip right through Some kind of
The first thing's first, if you didn't know That thing in the hearse is a fucking joke The truth, the mind is well above There's a plan to kill a dove
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have
In the blackest of light You try to sell the sooth, you try to turn me on And undercover at night In times of ill refute they play a distant song When
Hold me with you for tonight Something builds which is not right It's getting closer to the time Where all shall be told in one last rhyme This is the
Do you believe in the sands of time To bring it back in reverse, rewind Yes, I believe in the sands of time 'Cause now they got me feelin' like the world
(Here we are) Here we are, haven't we come far From the tragic things we knew Gone is the dark (where the demons flock) In the mountains they've got
Late night in the sheets As your body starts to sweat and seethe There comes a fright, a secret breeze There comes an evil from an ancient tree Floating
I think about a lonely real world But what my thoughts (have found/about), no I just can't tell And now there's nothing I wouldn't do to have you now
Do you think I'm gonna find it in a traveling show Between the legs of a woman that I hardly know Deep in a place where the devil is as white as the
Late night, in the sheets As your body starts to sweat and seize There comes a fright, a secret freeze There comes an evil from an ancient tree Burning
So first thing's first if you didn't know That thing in the hearse is a fucking joke The truth of minds that dwell above Is a plan to kill the dove But
At first you're running, you're outta control You think you're cunning but you haven't a soul It's time to leave, time to exit your hole Right now, 'cause
