Scapegoat - The Devil In My Doorway | Текст песни

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• Scapegoat
• The Devil In My Doorway

Well you walk like an angel,
And block out the sun.
But you creep like a demon,
And shoot like a gun.

And you sing of a sorrow,
That's yours and your own.
But you fail to fathom,
Fail to face your own reflection,
Reap the harvest you've unconsciously sewn.

I hear their words in my head,
Singing the songs of the dead,
Lions, tigers, bears and wolves share my bed.
I hear their words in my head,
Singing the songs of the dead,
Lions, tigers, bears and wolves in my bed.

I've a ghost in my basement,
And I wrestle him around.
And I know he's got a secret,
That's waiting to be found.

And there's a devil in my doorway,
And he interrupts my dreams.
But he runs away when I wake to meet me maker,
Meet the man behind the curtain at its seams.

I hear their words in my head,
Singing the songs of the dead,
Lions, tigers, bears and wolves share my bed.
I hear their words in my head,
Singing the songs of the dead,
Lions, tigers, bears and wolves eat my bread.

When we know who we are we all love the same,
We love the same.
When we're one with the father, with our mother,
We will love the same.

We love the same,
We love the same,
We love the same,
We love the same,
We love the same!

I hear their words in my head,
Singing the songs of the dead,
Lions, tigers, bears and wolves can't be fed!

We love the same,
We love the same!

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