The sun goes up and the sun goes down Where do you think you have been? You know that something's wrong And you get the chill The chill that tears you apart
Flashbacks from the terror Your soul is starting to bleed You pray for miracles that are gonna set you free Your freedom is already gone
You're 44 double zero You're 44 double zero
A cry in the dark and a blurry view Bodies floating in the dark; They scream: kill me, kill me Don't wanna suffer no more Begging the enemy, you won't get no sympathy Your life has turned into dust Strapped on a bench Now they're in your head Turning your memories to rust
Flashbacks from the terror Your soul is starting to bleed You pray for miracles that are gonna set you free Your freedom is already gone