Letras:
Metal Church

[K. Vanderhoof] Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame Friendless he appears, he hides

I've been waking up shaking and the bottles are gone What will I do with my day and how will I get along? I need a replacement for the habit I have I

Times like these to people please Fables spread like some disease New age gods like old facades Write a book you'll like the odds You'll like the odds

[K. Vanderhoof / R.Munroe] Cleaning up the wreckage of the past, how many more times Will we have to pass the test Their eyes have been upon our every

[K. Vanderhoof / R. Munroe] And when the strings are pulled again, the puppets dance like mortal men Who carved in stone our future and our past Shall

I've got nowhere to go I've got some rocks to throw today A child so lost in time A kid whose mind's been blown away He's heard all he can hear And seen

I prey upon your morbid fear of terminal disease You won't know the difference, now it's time for surgery Another shot, another pill two weeks therapy

So now I've told you time after time Jump to conclusions when you make up your mind Is this the road that you want to be on You'll find out soon that

I hold the key to the world's security Any price they'll pay to me, pay to me I see the signs and I heed the call No one will know me, no one at all