Child’s in the cradle Dead’s in the tomb Ticking clocks Ticking bombs on the walls Every day is short story of bad writer about Guns, drugs And mother’s shouts
About junkies and hoockers About life... Tell me what scares you? “Hush, my little baby, don’t you cry” - said carryng mom, - “We’re all waiting for the day of the sun”
We pray “Give us your light To break To break this night” We pray “Give us your light To break To break this NIGHT
Worm’s religion Everybody in the mud Biggest of worms Demand new blood But my little baby, don’t you cry we’re under the ground Crawling and waiting for the day of the sun
We pray “Give us your light To break To break this night” We pray “Give us your light To break To break this NIGHT(x3)
I want to go out Show me the backdoor I’m in the box I can’t breath there no more Is it stair in the new way? Or new bar in the window I just want go out Becouse I know