I, bokor, dealer of death The zombi will rise at my behest With venom of ocean I'll send you to your grave And when you return you will be my slave!
I couldna??t say A word a??Cos you just Kept on tearing At my wounded soul and I was dead And I was Nothing Then you hung up And silence was my fiend
Woe to you oh gods of land and sea Predicted is my way of sordid myth I count my sins in books of wrath and awe For you and me we are the same within
The fare is one dollar a ritual The fare is one dollar a ritual paid in advance paid in advance from the tall ships of old Europe, to the cruisers of
: Smilin' face and laughin' eyes But ya can't keep on tellin' me all those lies How'd you expect me to believe Honey I ain't that naive Baby I got my
: i stand around at american weddings i stand around for family at my best when i'm terrorist inside at my best when it's all me i was there when you
: She got the antidote she knows the other way She really understands I don't what the hell to say I'm on the other side I'm on the other side I'm in
: crucified - for atonal sins re-invent myself shed my alter-skin tried to break the mould severed whole first you find your threshold bevels breathing
: Let it slide overhead When I believe in you my soul can rest But as love that's really love can never fail But fail it does When we shine like the
: skies ripped open by the sun daylight comes but not soon enough i speed down your track in search of you strapped to the back of what we do anesthetize
: watch the water feed the soil so the circle is complete see what you have become is the earth beneath my feet are there any stains on your alabaster
: we got the soul we got the honey to stay alive we keep on running house is on fire we're petrol-stained we stay on the move ahead of the flames we
: when we die we go into the arms of those who remember us we are home now out of our heads out of our minds out of this world out of this time are
: it's a beautiful world but everyone's insane either you swim or either you fade it's a revolution time we're sleeping at the wheel apocalypse child
: the devil you know is back here again the devil is stoned he's making friends we move we break we're sun we're shade you come we go we're fast we
: What makes it go round the way we're up and down We're minutiae staring at the whole sky Battle sense to keep you apprehensive I guess no one is the
