Standing on the shoulder of Hades

Like a prophet once said

And the ash are all come down

No more tears and no more panic attacks

Breathe out in the air and tell the tales

Of the brothers and sisters gone

Crude decay

All the mess we made, the sins we had

Sins we had

All the mess we made

All the mess we made

Standing on the shoulder of Hades

Like a prophet once said

And the ash are all come down

No more tears and no more panic attacks

Breathe out in the air and tell the tales

Of the brothers and sisters gone

Crude decay

All the mess we made, the sins we had

Sins we had

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Come on, come on

Uh-uh

(I have explanations)

(I got midgets)

(Like a bomb)