Vārdi: Twelve Tribes. Kill Tonight For Every Loves Money.

And so i'm kneeling with two arms in the wind one hand short changed inhaling purple dust murder the other nursing love's one tunnel six chambers cold metal warm fingers lost gun to my chin it's tonight for my sleep and dreams, forget dreams as feathers to flowers and petals to wings and angels to flying brings red dust to fields and flowers are pistols when bullets dream me killing tonight, tomorrow dies. the water is laughing the fire is heartache killing tonight, tomorrow dies. and see me now no hands no face ten dreams missed everything, everything