Letras
Another century slithers in
Blood on its breath with an innocent grin
Put a quill in your writing hand
Fill it with ink and then you'll understand
Imagine yourself as a musketeer
With a bulletproof vest and a taste for fear
Any time that you wanted to
You could face that beast that's coming for you
Down here, got down here, got down
Down here, got down here, got down
The last light left in a dead man's eyes
Is like a starlight hole in a black velvet sky
Come, child of prince, let them lift you up
Let them place your lips to the poison cup
Black below as a panther's fur
Earth or water, well, something stirs
In your mind, you'll never do
Time in a box that's waiting for you
Down here, got down here, got down
Down here, got down here, got down
Down here, got down here, got down
Down here, got down here, got down
Down here, got down here, got down
Down here, got down here, got down
Down here, got down here, got down
Down here, got down here, got down
Down here, got down here, got down
Down here, got down here, got down