Автор: Mr. Strange

There are just too many Times that people Have tried to look inside of me Wondering what I think of

Er legt die Nadel auf die Ader und bittet die Musik herein zwischen Hals und Unterarm die Melodie fahrt leise

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, wake up Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, wake up All we know is

Suche gut gebauten Achtzehn- bis Dreißigjährigen zum Schalchten Der Metzgermeister Huete treff ich einen Herrn Der hat mich zum Fressen

We are the crowd, we’re c-coming out Got my flash on it’s true, need that picture of you It’s so

She’s sticking needles in her skin I turn with an ugly grin Her canvas doesn’t leave a lot, to fantasy

Do you wanna be a man or do you wanna be a mouse Do you wanna be a hero, do

Peccatum Cantatum Extatum et oratum Peccatum Extatum nomine Patrum Peccatum Cantatum Extatum et oratum Peccatum Extatum nomine Patrum Nomine partum

Mustakrakish Mustakrakish The time has come to awaken him I call upon the ancient lords of the underworld to bring