Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve God money
they only knew that I knew it. And it seems that the real life will have to wait, because the world's so busy, so busy, cleaning a clean slate. Oh.
all out of time fed up with life waiting for things to turn out right wouldn't it be nice at the end of the line waiting for things to turn out right
: Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve God
skirts 'cause they wanted to travel the world But I keep it upstairs Keep it upstairs for the grand finale I keep it upstairs Gonna be a blank slate
: all out of time fed up with life waiting for things to turn out right wouldn't it be nice at the end of the line waiting for things to turn out right
they only knew that I knew it. And it seems that the real life will have to wait, because the world's so busy, so busy, cleaning a clean slate. Oh. Ahh
Clean slate Suddenly waiting for something that I know won't come Now I've Only got time to think how did it end up this way? Not enough Not enough
make up time Buy the ticket, squeeze on the train Eyes fixed firmly on the windowpane Repeat again You live inside this machine Nothing ever slows down The slate
clean slate Not just a mistake For all this time, all this time It may be different But I don't feel so bad now Call it a clean slate Not just
to keep it steady We bury the hatchets we find Could carry that heavy load If I really thought it would matter Farcical hair appears As a blind side, clean the slate
other's game Now there's no turning back I just don't think like that Wipe the slate clean and start again Decide what is real and what is pretend Wipe the slate
: I've been away for every day and every fucking night. i've seen your eyes, i've seen your eyes, i've seen your eyes. i've been away for every day
: Your blood on my hands, Your blood on my hands Grey machines, Dying ocean
: [Words & Music by Tolkki] He's crawling out from the asylum Under cover of the night Insanity of his crazy mind It's useless for you now to hide Walking
: Allez Patron, un ordinaire Comme moi, un ordinaire J'veux voir le cul de tes bouteilles Et au diable leur pudeur Toutes il faut que j'les essaye Que