Down on earth to change the past, everything is said and
Done
Icy lips will scratch your face, everyone is dead and
Gone
Joking 'bout a ding world, hiding in the amory
Snipers here in paradise, misery loves company
You must close your eyes to see, there is no reality
You know time is not our friend
You must die to see the light, this world is no place to
Hide
I know this could be the end
There's a young man on my mind, the blind will never see
The blind
There's a killer in your room, mesmerized by your perfume
Daytrip to the quicksand fields, not least because of
Being cool
We force the pianist to play boring works with heart and
Soul
