歌词
The weapons are cheap here
For the C4 at heart
The semtex is right there
The past is gone before the future starts
A God with Cotard's syndrome
The perfect lame imbecile
A spirit built from bones
Our history breed what the future kills
(Smile, you're in between black sheets)
(Smile, your tongue licks on spoiled meat)
Ride
Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes
Ride, the dark
This is the shade that you idolize
Ride
Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes
Ride, the dark
This is the shade that you idolize
The weapons are cheap here
For the C4 at heart
The semtex is right there
The past is gone before the future starts
Ride
Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes
Ride the dark
This is the shade that you idolize
Ride
Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes
Ride the dark
This is the shade that you idolize
