i saw it myself it was all in a morning blaze burned by the moon there was too many left to live a man in a car with the lights on bright made us all blind he made us all blind we ran outside in fear of the motorcade everyone stood and cheered the policeman waved but somewhere within he has a knife to cut in into our eyes he made us all blind

Losowe piosenki:
These Days
The Bitter End
So Far from Home
The Air Is Getting Slippery
Flying Science Class
Ramon