Letras
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist
Of cyanide in his little gift
Experimental beings
No longer match
So what's the catch?
The seas are empty, cease the dream, cease the day
He who sees his ego, may not see through
May not see you
But i see through him
I see through him
The subject of history
In space and time
There is nothing left
It goes far beyond
The master stroke, of the terrorist
Reins and moves
Without prejudice
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist of cyanide
In his little gift
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist of cyanide
In his little gift (kiss)
Experimental beings
No longer match
So what's the catch?
The seas are empty, cease the dream, cease the day
He who sees his ego, may not see through
May not see you
But I see through him
I see through him
The subject of history
Through space and time
There is nothing left
It goes far beyond
The master stroke of the terrorist
Reins and moves
Without prejudice
To the here and now
To the hear and now
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist of cyanide
In his little gift
In his little kiss