Hocico — Dark Sunday

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It’s 4 AM, I’m ready to kill
The streets are paved with blood‚ the Earth stands still
The clock is ticking for fortune and fame
The total darkness‚ voices calling my name

I open the window‚ the voices get loud
My knife is shining, all demons out
You are my victim, I’ll eat your soul
Your pain is my pleasure‚ darkness is my home

I’m not a human, I’m just a murderer
God killed my faith
I’m not a human, I’m just a murderer
God killed my faith

It’s 4 AM‚ the birthday of death
The wounds start to bleed, let’s celebrate
I crush your body, look in my face
You’re going to hell, just feel my rage

I open the window, the voices get loud
My knife is shining, all demons out
You are my victim, I’ll eat your soul
Your pain is my pleasure, darkness is my home

There is no god here today
There is no god
There is no god here today
There is no god
There is no god here today
There is no god
There is no god here today
There is no god

I’m made to murder, I’m made to kill
It’s a dark dark Sunday
Your lips whisper a name, you’re in hell
‘Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday
Pain is pleasure for me, I have no mercy
It’s a dark dark Sunday
God gave man free will, God gave man free will
‘Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday

Dark Sunday
Dark Sunday
Dark Sunday
Dark Sunday

I’m made to murder, I’m made to kill
It’s a dark dark Sunday
Your lips whisper a name, you’re in hell
‘Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday
Pain is pleasure for me, I have no mercy
It’s a dark dark Sunday
God gave man free will, God gave man free will
‘Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday