Lyrics
tiny ripples but they travel fast
it s just another move in a pointless game to justify the torment
just when i thought it s gonna work out fine
but love the art of dying
You send those nameless shivers down my spine, it s just another move in a pointless game to justify the torment, nameless bodies cover the ground
There s something wicked but i just can t tell, and when the mercury falls i see the soldiers coming Dirt, who s responsible for all this grief
the flickering tv reflects in the needle
But i must be wrong, innocence lies slowly dying in a sad and lost america Dirt, all rhyme and reason disconnected
the flickering tv reflects in the needle
somewhere in the distance there s a barking hellhound
i really don t know where it s coming from
a wall of mud will be king here ever after
people dig their lives
In spirit of the moment, but i must be wrong Roine, who s responsible for all this grief
a million died in africa i fear and still the world was barely yawning
You send those demons to distort my dreams, we all dig the dirt and we all dig the moaning
Something lurking down in the deep, a million died in africa i fear and still the world was barely yawning, when the light goes dim it strikes without warning
who s responsible for all this grief
When the light goes dim and all the bad keeps coming, outside a dark and dirty hotel
You send those nameless shivers down my spine, the highway patrol just killed a speeder
When the light goes dim it strikes without warning, you send those nameless shivers down my spine
All rhyme and reason disconnected, the smiling goddess is cold and stiff
we get intrigued by crime
people dig their lives
We get intrigued by crime, something lurking down in the deep, we all can dig amiliar smells of thousand years of torment
In spirit of the moment, the flickering tv reflects in the needle
It s like a wave of anger and dispair, i really don t know where it s coming from, there s something wicked but i just can t tell
All rhyme and reason disconnected, dripping oil from abandoned tankers stolt, cause death is mystifying
Outside a dark and dirty hotel, but love the art of dying
Who s responsible for all this grief, we all can dig amiliar smells of thousand years of torment Roine, you send those nameless shivers down my spine
We get intrigued by crime, love just drowned in the wishing well Roine, in spirit of the moment
Tiny ripples but they travel fast, the smiling goddess is cold and stiff stolt, love just drowned in the wishing well
We get intrigued by crime, tiny ripples but they travel fast
A million died in africa i fear and still the world was barely yawning, who s responsible for all this grief stolt, there s something wicked but i just can t tell
but love the art of dying
you send the bellydancers up from hell
Something lurking down in the deep, a man without a name will never see the morning, the smiling goddess is cold and stiff
Just when i thought that all was nice and clean, the smiling goddess is cold and stiff Dirt, cause death is mystifying
Love just drowned in the wishing well, all rhyme and reason disconnected, innocence lies slowly dying in a sad and lost america
A wall of mud will be king here ever after, there s something wicked but i just can t tell Dirt, dripping oil from abandoned tankers
But love the art of dying, you send those demons to distort my dreams
A wall of mud will be king here ever after, but love s last warrior has fallen asleep
The highway patrol just killed a speeder, somewhere in the distance there s a barking hellhound