Choir Of Young Believers Paralyze
Wasting this life, hoarfrost inside
With your guillotine goodbye, the hex of your eye
What a strange feeling, blowing under my skin
I heard it in a dream, I wrote it in a book
Sharing your face, now I could not care less
We are all buried alive, in our caskets we lie
Can we go on masked forever?
Could we ignore woods of feathers?
If you never see you will never betray her
Born the seventeenth of November
The street fighting youth will save our reputation
Bloodshot eyes stain
Nothing's ever the same, with your guillotine goodbye
There is no reason to do right
Bloodshot eyes stain
Nothing's ever the same, with your guillotine goodbye
There is no reason to do right
Can we go on masked forever?
Could we ignore woods of feathers?
If you never see you will never betray her
Born the seventeenth of November
The street fighting youth will save our reputation
Now you paralyze everything that you have inside
Now you paralyze everything that you wanted to hide
I'm on, but nothing will change
I'm on, but nothing will change
