Crash the bones Time to scatter stones Feel the air smells blood
Twenty four Still wherever more Power sport to prepare for war
Twenty eight, big mistake, Life is fake, just it takes, Get away from me; get spiders out of my mind
Who I am? Where I am? Not responsible, not understandable - Leave it all behind,
…but I have One shot… ready or not? (Shield’s still in a bottom) One shot… Are we radio nuts? One shot… Pull the trigger and be free One shot… Need a reason… I need a reason to live
…Or not to live - it’s how I shake my bones All I believe says it’s time to pick up stones I`m thirty three - in the age of Christ Smell the danger, feel myself sacrifice
Enemies around - get away from me And what I found is one shot and forever free Feel the rain’s washing off my blood A have restrained my word,