Weaving a thread round your heart and your soul. Deceiving your eyes and delaying your goal. Ships in the night when they pass out of sight. Deliver their cargo of earthly delights.
As a young boy chasing dragons with your wooden sword so mighty. You're St. George or you're David and you always killed the beast.. Times change very quickly.
As the sun breaks above the ground. An old man stands on the hill. As the ground warms to the first rays of light. A birdsong shatters the still. . His eyes are ablaze.
We live our lives in fever. In a choking sweat of fear. In the heat of the night you can feel so much. In the heat of the night I scream 'Don't touch!'.
Everybody's waiting for something to happen. Everybody's waiting for something to see. Lunatics waitin for bigger disasters. Everybody's waiting for news on TV.
Yeah, another prophet of disaster. Who says this ship is lost. Another prophet of disaster. Leaving you to count the cost. . Taunting us with visions.
There's a madman in the corner of your eye. He likes to pry into your sunlight. He wants to burst into the street with you and I. A world of shadows and rain.
Can I play with madness?. . Give me the sense to wonder. To wonder if I'm free. Give me a sense of wonder. To know I can be me. Give me the strength to hold my head up.
Honey it's getting close to midnight. And all the myths are still in town. True love and lipstick on your linen. Bite the pillow make no sound. If there's some living to be done.
We are not the sons of God. We are not His chosen people now. We have crossed the path He trod. We will feel the pain of it beginning. . Shadow fingers rise above.
Turn the spotlights on the people,. Switch the dial and eat the worm,. Take your chances, kill the engine,. Drop your bombs and let it burn.. . White flags shot to ribbons,.
Covered in sinners and dripping with guilt. Making you money from slime and from filth.. Parading your bellies in ivory towers. Investing our lives in your schemes and your powers..
Kill for gain or shoot to maim. But we don't need a reason. The Golden Goose is on the loose. And never out of season. Some blackened pride still burns inside.
Cyclops woman got one eye in her head. Mascara-clotted vision she is fed. Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all. She got a pin prick spiral hole, yeah.
Another prophet of disaster who says the ship is lost. Another prophet of disaster leaving you to count the cost. Taunting us with visions, afflicting us with fear.
You may not like the future. And we're not here to preach to you. We'll take you to the killing floor.. . You think you want to know me. You think you want to own me.
[Iron Maiden cover]. . As the sun breaks, above the ground,. An old man stands on the hill.. As the ground warms, to the first rays of light. A birdsong shatters the still..
You may not like the future. And we're not here to preach to you. We'll take you to the killing floor. . You think you want to know me. You think you want to own me.
She fixed me in the corner. With that beautiful brown eye. She says, "I'd like to meet you. I was so surprised". . Well, what can I do for you?. What can you do for me?.
You come on down to the pit. Come on down to where the vipers spit. I've been waiting for you down here. . Cover your eyes with the velvet hands of darkness.