Ministry N.w.o.
all the locals hide their tears of regret open fire cos I love you to death sky high, with a heartache of stone you'll never see me cos i'm always alone how to love without a trace of dissent i'll buy the torture cos you pay for the rent tied high with a broken command you're all alone to the promised land i'm in love with this malicious intent you've been taken but you don't know it yet what you will know must never live to be found cos it's the subject of the eyes of the drowned