Tekster:
Warhead Good Part For Each

lasts bloody hands are the sense, it's your cheat so how long will you die for their greed? good part for each masquerade! glittering! free from care

[music: eilen] [lyrics: eilen] [arranged by WARHEAD] a tear drops down from your face the wrong thing at the right place your eyes a touch of nothing

[music: eilen - breitenbach] [lyrics: eilen] [arranged by WARHEAD] the black door of a big neglected building they call it papermill, we call it excess

was great, thought that i am the only one you need you gave me the only meaning to my life i changed everything for you said that we'd love until we die

you bring missiles never win missiles never care missiles never win missiles the dead, they cry, do we need more? where's the sense? what is it good for

learn a different side the one who reaches out for me is trapped by sick misanthropy cause i deliver you from good i treat you like nobody would say hello

your fucking head? cause now your "real me" goes insane i will take your soul for my own pleasure many of you warheads went that way before be careful