You know it's not the best thing to do, but I don't see another way cos you just make me blue, you know it's not the best thing to say, but I can't help
When the sentences start to fall down my back they'd like to crawl I don't care who's wrong or right, I don't want us here to fight I just wanna make
Do you see him standing there, crying for a love he hasn't found in a world which you won't stop from spinning round and round and round Goin' down
'been a long time baby, It's been lucky from the start, we've sworn to stay together but deep inside our hearts we both knew it could end someday, now
Empty walls are what you're staring at you try to sort it out but there's nothing in your head so try to feel it, try to feel it when you wake up to
You got me hooked without a clue, my wacky heart crashed into you feel your touch like velvet gloves - you said you'd never get enough hearts got
Nobody feels any pain; hearts are broken every day something else you like to talk about? As you stare out in the rain no one there to soothe your fright
Feeling trapped in what I call my home Waiting anxiously for things to come What exactly am I waiting for? Hangin' out is wasting time for free Seems
[Rettke] When the fire is over and you're down on the ground you are searching the daylight but it just can't be found what's the sense of this madness
[JUDAS PRIEST (Tipton/Halford)] Behold 'tis I the commander Whose grip controls you all Resist me not, surrender I'll no compassion call (Tyrant) Capture
(It's a dirty job- but somebody's gotta do it) Why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next G-7 picnic? It seems easier
[Originally performed by Celtic Frost] After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion
The battle is over And the sands drunk the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion Circle of the Tyrants The immortality of the gods
They can?t get to me I?m sitting in the backseat, turn around And grab my gun, to rise against the pigs Communista, realista But I resist the instincts
In the grave of victims' past Lies evil - Sacred ground! The wrath of doom resists the right To sacrifice innocent blood Give me blood - Give me
[Instrumental]
We hail downfall We hail black rain Invert what's sane We serve your faith Black rain fall down Complete [???] Invert what's sane Can't find
Lost horizons everywhere The sun is grey and dark A coach runs through the shattered night Without a tone Four winds howl into the night It's cold and