The Promise

Wake up and leave your band
The two suns made a ugly sound
Nothing left to gain

A spinning girl

Eating tiny fucking waves
Nothing left to stand for

The airports fills with hurry dreams
It's all sticky blood and pinkish cream

Inside the fortress
Made of fear and stone

Will you keep the mess
Will you rise, then fall ?

The moon broke out of your heart
It creeps to the throat
And deepely wounds
A spinning crap
All around you
Walls and bones and orders too

Heil liebe !
Inside the fortress
Made of fear and stone

The airports fills with hurry dreams
It's all sticky blood and pinkish cream

While your band conqueers the world

Will you sit down?
Will you lick your stones ?

Comments

[Pal'M]

Dommage que je ne comprenne ze deutsche.
But better to be pure stonewall, I'd say, in these times.
I believe you :]

[A.]

As I said : In the mood of mine.

Heil Liebe !
Ich wurde dich toten in meine Kopft, weil ich nicht haben dich könnte.
Better to be of pure stone, isn't it ?

Nevermind : We'll conquer the world without their help. You have to be sure of it.