Letras
I'm scared of your heart
If indeed you have one
I'm scared of the start
And the long road you will march us on
I'm scared of your psyche
We are the thorns in a rich man's side
I'm scared of your heart
And the long road you will march us on
We come in waves
Some of us will die real young
And if they some will grow old
Men and women making again
We fight for ourselves
For existence, nothing more
We will be just dust
Everything else is just circumstance
Like year 37
You guard the gates of heaven
A black hole beyond the stars
Ever so pure
You sell the problem and the solution
You are always a doer
Backwash from the waves pulling shells under
Caught in the sin
A black hole beyond the stars
Ever so pure
We come in waves
Some of us will die real young
Some will grow old
Men and women making again
We fight for ourselves
For existence, nothing more
We will be just dust
Everything else is just circumstance