Tekster: Metalium. Gates.
[Music & Lyrics: Lars Ratz]
Facing the gates
Your spirit is damned to die
As there is no depth and no morality
Dark thoughts blind, evil feelings suck your mind
And in the night, they'll hunt you alive
Your spirit's damned to die,
as there's no depth and no morality
Your values don't reach deep,
surface is all your eyes want to see
Your state of mind, tells you which way to choose
it seems so lame and there is no excuse
too week for the fight, like a thief in the night
You wonder why truth dies
Is it worth to do it ?
Cause there's no ideal behind
In the night they'll haunt you alive
Straight out they're gonna march in,
to get you deep within beyond your soul
Soul
Straight out they're gonna march in,
to make you pay for your sins and make you crawl
Crawl
Don't know how to escape
What is fake... what's reality?
You can't get them off your neck
Bad feeling sucks your mind you're gonna lose
the question is time until you get the blues
They dig in your brain, you're going insane
You wonder why the fucking truth dies
Is it worth to do it?
Your jealousy makes you blind
In the night they'll haunt you alive
Facing the gates
Your spirit is damned to die
As there is no depth and no morality
Dark thoughts blind, evil feelings suck your mind
And in the night, they'll hunt you alive
Your spirit's damned to die,
as there's no depth and no morality
Your values don't reach deep,
surface is all your eyes want to see
Your state of mind, tells you which way to choose
it seems so lame and there is no excuse
too week for the fight, like a thief in the night
You wonder why truth dies
Is it worth to do it ?
Cause there's no ideal behind
In the night they'll haunt you alive
Straight out they're gonna march in,
to get you deep within beyond your soul
Soul
Straight out they're gonna march in,
to make you pay for your sins and make you crawl
Crawl
Don't know how to escape
What is fake... what's reality?
You can't get them off your neck
Bad feeling sucks your mind you're gonna lose
the question is time until you get the blues
They dig in your brain, you're going insane
You wonder why the fucking truth dies
Is it worth to do it?
Your jealousy makes you blind
In the night they'll haunt you alive
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