Woorden: The Cult. A Flower In The Desert.

Wait a minute my friend

Don't pass me up for dead

As Babylon crumbles to sand

A flower blossoms in my hand

The people drifting by

Another day ends

Another day ends

An eventful day ends



Why am I alive?

See my ribbons flowing

I don't wanna be like you

Don't wannt be like you!

There's no others

There's no others

We're burning up in here

My body's burning

We're burning up in here



There's no others



The voice of the people cry

Drone on in monotone

Here is the news

It's all so sad

On the black and white

The diluted truth


Pennies will make it pure again

Pennies make it pure



Don't ask me why

People are drifiting by

Indifferent to stormy skies

Another day ends

The last others fall down

Another day ends



Why am I alive?



Why am I alive?

See my ribbons flowing

I don't wanna be like you

Don't wanna be like you!

There's no others

There's no others

There's no others

There are no others in here

There are no others in here



Bleed me dry, well bleed me dry

Bleed me dry, bleed us all dry