Songtexte:
Van Der Staak

Stakes and torches, Scimitars and bayonets, Scythes, pitchforks, A sickle with a sharpened edge. Swords and spades, And mallets that are made of lead.

all the street lights go out in the town where i live and the fire will meet the sky and the fire will rain down on our heads when we scream it lasts

And if what you've got is still nothing, you feel the chill as summer leaves. Breathe the cold into your lungs and known you truly are alone. We walk

Just hold your breath until your chest collapses in. Or until she comes back - we'll all be dead and gone by then. There's been a hand over my mouth

Gente alrededor buscando emocion apuestan dinero Vienen hacia aca,no quiero mirar Mi vida va en juego Bien,vamos a tomar la recta final Todo lo que soy