s dir sagen sagen Keiner keiner kennt die Antwort die Antwort auf alle alle deine deine Fragen Fragen Du musst du musst nur verstehen verstehen wir ernten ernten
heiterem Himmel erntest Du den Lohn, denn voraus gehen meist Jahre voller Schmerzen aller Art. Sieh es als Prufung und ernte Deine Saat. Ernte Deine Saat
: The cat sharpens its claws And runs into the cornfields Children playing hide and seek A frail figure dressed in a cape Wandering with measured steps
sie alles ausradiert Ich bin die Saat Gepriesen sei der Untergang Ich bin die Saat Das Fanal am Himmelszelt Ich bin die Saat Die Ernte und der Niedergang
: Born to bleed fighting to succeed Built to endure what this world throws at me (X4) Let me tell you of a force crashing through my veins again Like
: Horizon; the sky is grey. And you will reap a whirlwind. Flutter bird or else you're dead. You will reap a whirlwind. The poet is dead, the visionary
: Did I see you down in a young girl's town With your mother in so much pain? I was almost there at the top of the stairs With her screamin' in the rain
: Furnace glows in far horizon Crowd is there to blame Yes, the harvest of creation Books will burn again Lines of faceless humans Walk into the sea
Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up Take it down to LA Find a place to call my own and try to fix up Start a brand new day The woman I'm thinking
I want to live, I want to give I've been a miner for a heart of gold It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold and
Oh, Alabama The devil fools with the best laid plan Swing low Alabama You got the spare change You got to feel strange And now the moment is all that
[AMB 2x] Its the time for the harvest Time of the harvest Its the time of the harvest Your time [Bonez Dubb] My ride broke down on a mountain of dust
Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up a anotha cupa Sippin' on down Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up anotha cupa And sip it on down 12-gauge
Heaven help me cause I'm burning inside. (Burning Inside) Reflections of the flames are burning my eyes. (Burning My Eyes) I can't even comprehend begin
Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man look at my life Twenty four and there's so much
I've met that point in my life, want came to need Burn these fields of corn that surround My harvest gone at the price of maturity But these remains
Everything around me shrinks and expands Memories compacted Fantasies extracted Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer This is just a reenactment
I've drunk my fill, sunk my will, bored myself with talk End the dreaming, time for seeing life as real as now Synchronized in sharp focus, tuned with