It's prime time we get into business,
nothing like a schizophrenic crisis,
You see; DEATH IS BUT A BRUISE TO THE RIGHTEOUS
AND THOSE WHO LIVE A HOLY LIFE AIN'T AFRAID TO DIE.
See the man in my shoes; he is feeding the sheep slaughtered wolves.
See the man in my shoes; he got lost a thousand times in between a black cloth,
See the man in my shoes; he has become the king of the Goths,
And these walls that talk carry ancient ghosts.
You see; DEATH IS BUT A BRUISE TO THE RIGHTEOUS
AND THOSE WHO LIVE A HOLY LIFE AIN'T AFRAID TO DIE.
As clocks tick and times flies, we are in it for a big surprise,
As clocks tick and time flies say "WE ARE IN IT FOR A BIG SUNRISE"
And these walls that talk carry ancient ghosts that keep screaming "king of the Goths."
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
It's prime time we get into business,
nothing like a schizophrenic crisis,
You see; DEATH IS BUT A BRUISE TO THE RIGHTEOUS
AND THOSE WHO LIVE A HOLY LIFE AIN'T AFRAID TO DIE.
See the man in my shoes; he is feeding the sheep slaughtered wolves.
See the man in my shoes; he got lost a thousand times in between a black cloth,
See the man in my shoes; he has become the king of the Goths,
And these walls that talk carry ancient ghosts.
You see; DEATH IS BUT A BRUISE TO THE RIGHTEOUS
AND THOSE WHO LIVE A HOLY LIFE AIN'T AFRAID TO DIE.
As clocks tick and times flies, we are in it for a big surprise,
As clocks tick and time flies say "WE ARE IN IT FOR A BIG SUNRISE"
And these walls that talk carry ancient ghosts that keep screaming "king of the Goths."
