Woorden:
Flotsam And Jetsam

my body in the ground And find a priest and gather round And say a little prayer to god Throw some flowers on the sod cause I will never see light And

What's this? Conscience with claws The protest without the cause Sweet truth drawing to the air Run you over to get it here Lost in my own insides Any

It is, it was, it seems Satan in your stereo, crucifix receptacle Menace in your muddy eyes, a candy coated fear Do I remember me, transcending partisan Hunter and

right when proven wrong? Will you be swept away or will you come along? Are you willing? The trend is now searching for the mighty Midas touch Walking on a broken leg and

Leave this place, time to erase my link to myself Leads me astray, the whole world in my way Out of my body, out of my mind Out of luck and out of time

darkness Whom we're taught to fear from day number one The beguiling serpent, king of the underworld Betrayer and mocker of heaven's chosen one Evil and

boost, words can break Smiling sins can do no wrong Say something good, if you speak Good news never last too long Forget the time too often And I don

Feeling shell shocked Barbed wire, I'm torn apart Warheads dead ends, parties only we attend The runaround, out of ground Your goddamned sympathy wears

The night will fall, the axe will drop, The key will turn, the door will lock, The needle will push, the pain will stop, The scene is set, prepare for