Plunge, mother love-drug
Trust in the blood-lust
Tough, father god gust
Running out of dumb luck
Guess again
Laced, with the water is a poison mace
Get in the game son, walking won't win the race
No knives or guns
All I wanted was a little taste
No crying or bleeding
In the name of the season
For keeping off the road
With all your pills to keep you dead
Bottle of wedding day
To keep all the ghosts away
What did that letter read
To scatter your rosaries?
Talk with your finger tips
The voice of your innocence
Caught in the spider's nest
Awaiting the holocaust
Laced, with the water is a poison mace
Get in the game son, walking won't win the race
No knives or guns
All I wanted was a little taste
No crying or bleeding
In the name of the season
For keeping off the road
With all your pills to keep you dead
The time is wrong, the song won't rhyme
To leap across the foggy sea
We were all dead
We were lying in bed
We were all dead
We were lying in bed
