Tekster: Armored Saint. Saints will Conquer, Live. Nervous Man.

The clouds roll in one by one
And the shapes seem to spell out caution
Many worries in my mind
Without too many options
I take a trip to soothe the pain
And get away from the problem
I'm near, sign reads clear
It's plain inside your cranium
Look at the speed you ran
You're just a nervous man
Too much for your own hand
Delirious Nomad

I find no end to this
Paranoid, well, perhaps a bit
But I am a spy
Loneliest guy
With no one to lean on

Look at the speed you ran
You're just a nervous man
Too much for your own hand
Delirious Nomad

Look at the seed you plant
Now you're a newborn man
Pounding with your right hand
Delirious Nomad

Delirious Nomad