クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Mike Conte
Songwriter
歌詞
I feel the birds of prey
Circling over me
Can't see the light of day
Reaper watches distantly
Feeling that shadow more frequently
Cannot escape what can't be seen
I know that death is on to me
She spins the web but cuts me free
She spins the web but cuts me free
I know that death is on to me
I'm glad you think you've got it made
Just like a rat inside a maze
A talking parrot in a cage
The truth might hit you in your grave
Too busy waiting for the end
Make enemies but call them friends
Repackage it and sell again
Just give "the truth" a little bend
I wonder who I should believe
The mental cripple or the thieves
From golden boy to demon seed
The fairy tale ended with me
A tired lie to start it all
No answer to an empty call
The house of cards begins to fall
Can't hide behind those paper walls
Written by: John Mike Conte
