Print

Dreaming more to the core (as we defend, we defend)Freeing Love,freeing none (through the thick and the thin)I don't think you understand how he thinks he isSpitting words like a curse (she let him in let him in)Until she learns they'll get worse (let her win, let her win)Yeah, I am deadTaking off when she's lost (another fight midnight)Showing off his selfish thoughts (Whoa)Yeah I am deadThis soldier is after me, I made an enemyThrough the eyes that are fed the world never endsThis soldier's apathy is frowning down on meand through the eyes that are fed the world never endsIf the martyr isn't dead, we'll cut off his headMore, More, More If the martyr isn't dead, Songtextewe'll cut off his headMore time for those who survivedMore time for those who've made timeI gotta get out, I gotta move onYou gotta wake up, You gotta wake upYou've got to show me where to goRising tide will know, but not everything... (oh...oh...)More time for those who survivedMore time for those who've made time Aus Songtexte Mania