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Maybe a poetry-creation Sometimes the result of fantasy Maybe a writer's invention Tomorrow it will be reality Devouring only human spirit Alien invasion Glutton beasts all over Every nation Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the day of doom Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the blood on the moon Maybe they live in a deadman's swamp Foul treasure under their knees That's where the ghosts of men once killed Guard the fantastic seeds There, where no colour can be They're waiting to come Jungle of fantasy Restless on the run Thommyknockers, brain-eaters SongtexteSee the day of doom Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the blood on the moon Black letters telling us more and more We make the same mistakes just like we did before Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the day of doom Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the blood on the moon Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the day of doom Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the blood on the moon Aus Songtexte Mania