Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming

What do they keep on fighting for? Victor was born The spring of '44 And never saw His father anymore The child of sacrifice Child of war Another son who never had A father after Leningrad

I'm not your patron saint You're not my angel dear Horns up or down and now horns up I am your warpaint Lets make this crystal clear Horns up I am your worst fear Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance Shit for brains I'm a game of change One cut, two cut

What is in your nature, looms inside your blood Hold me in harms wake baby, all is now harmed As a child he was not there, Not scared of the flood of the creek And the thud inside your chest Clearly calm and keeping terrorized Here in light I thought I

(I'll wait for you) Darling, I'm waiting for you (Homeward, one step at a time) (Homeward, watch it like a child) Homeward, let your spirit rise, Homeward, one step at a time, Homeward, watch it like a child, He opened the door and walked away, Sometimes

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

This one'll be black, The death lies always in the sky, It reflect hatred in my eyes. Always in the moonlight shadow, Before the Daylight falls to rest, Into shadows, Soon I'll be on a black-night trip, I'll fly across the sky. It's not a lonely flight,

Loosing the war I'm feining to win Though I never tried to to strive deep From within. Life could be beautiful For anybody it's for, but I'd swear this Mothafuckin' shit is rotten to the core. The portal has been past and it's Time to make a turn, to

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

'Cause they ain't never seen a war like me. Son of Sam. Goddamn, I might be the son of Sam. The only child of a holy man. I stand alone for all to see, (Goddamn) Son of Sam. Son of Sam. Paint it black and white if you like, And I will catch you, but who