Tearing my shadows in the pale moonlight.
Devotion, veneration, malevolent eyes.
Hate, dignity, self-respect, authority.
Disrupting systematic all the functions of life.
Die, die, die, my swollen dream.
Cry, cry, my broken child.
Death close our eyes.
Until the ground cuddles the mind away.
Die, die, die, my swollen dream.
Cry, cry, my broken child.
Preachers of remorse are flying away.
Death embraces another day.
Come in. Come in to my soul.
Turn around and crank it up. Crank it up.
I've got some pain inside my brains.
Come on, baby, pump it up a little louder.
I don't want to die alone.
Take my soul and break it up. Break it up.
I've got some pain I can't explain.
Let's rock this world a little higher.