Ancient times When corners of your eyes Gave me all the consolation Soothing commotion Which Attacked my head
Now Just lines Drawn On sand
Now Just lines Drawn On sand
You where the beastmaster Whip of can do You conquered fighting lands Feroucious citizens in a fighting stance I would never guess I’ll be your Teacher Savior Doctor Witcher In the end
We did rosy and peachy Then few infected you Polluted I burned But ember thrived in me I wanted to believe in you
It did no good I almost burned up But enlightment came What I had to do Repair your backbone So you could walk once more
This time my dear Instead of beer You‘ll be given gasoline Purest love Purest love Shall grasp your life Your hearts Squeeze them hard Shake them Till you understand
Treatment must be served You should know It‘s for you For your own good