1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
home.
Manic blood runs thick my
friend, are you looking for a clean escape?
What's left when the locks
have all been broken, young children of authority?
How long can you be agile,
dancing between the alter and the mercy seat?
Here's a chance to make a
choice, are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
home.
The basement lies within us,
the fear comes through the door
There's nothing left between
us, the fear becomes a roar.
Once that wheel is in motion,
don't you lose what you have found.
I'm talking about that burning
wheel of tongues, everything that makes it go around.
We're all born in the devils
scorn, they want to see you die.
Are you true? Everything they
say is a lie.
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
home
Marco Giunco |
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