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

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

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

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

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

I'm an outcast on the path of rebound Everything is frail, I desolate, crush, and burn I have chosen darkness to be my guide War is in my heart, death is by my side War heart! With no remains of compassion or love War heart! Hate your fellow as yourself

Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Warsaw city at war 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the

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,

'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

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