Shure I am fine but my head aches
A cure in my mind I think my heart breaks
Like this, like that, another way it used to
With this bullet breaking through
I’m running wild, I’m bleeding dry
A perfect crime to commit
I’m going out to go down
And what for will we lead the last war?
What will we die for?
No! I am scared, I am scared
By the thoughts in my head
Boom, click-clack boom, first comes the boom
A tomb, a tomb, a tomb in the living room
The world breaks down final count down
A new age with no grace built on bones
Chorus
Who will erase all the blood from my muddy face
Down, deeper down where I lie
I promise not to move, take a breath, make a sound
Hope I won‘t be shot down in a blink of an eye
All so dangerous, all so dangerous, all so dangerous!
Who will survive?
What is a crime?
I see no light!