Orden Ogan Land Of The Dead
ONCE WE WERE EAGER AND PARTNERS IN CRIME
NOW WE ARE LONESOME AND WASTING OUR TIME
IMPRISON OUR MINDS IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD
BEMOANING THE LIFE THAT WE ALL COULD HAVE LED
the suit we wear is grey - matches our identity oh God,
it is the sickness that I crave
empty words they say - breed empty nights and days
and drain me from the cradle to the grave
we are
LIFELESS, PALE AND NUMB
we are
ALL THE SAME NOW
ONCE WE WERE EAGER AND PARTNERS IN CRIME
NOW WE ARE LONESOME AND WASTING OUR TIME
IMPRISON OUR MINDS IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD
BEMOANING THE LIFE THAT WE ALL COULD HAVE LED
we are
LIFELESS, PALE AND NUMB
we are
ALL THE SAME NOW
find that your soul is sold...
blind in a world so cold...
ONCE WE WERE EAGER AND PARTNERS IN CRIME
NOW WE ARE LONESOME AND WASTING OUR TIME
IMPRISON OUR MINDS IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD
BEMOANING THE LIFE THAT WE ALL COULD HAVE LED
we are
LIFELESS, PALE AND NUMB
we are
ALL THE SAME NOW
