Barons Land - Lagrimas

Plunge, mother love-drug Trust in the blood-lust Tough, father god gust Running out of dumb luck Guess again Laced, with the water is a poison mace Get in the game son, walking won't win the race No knives or guns All I wanted was a little taste No crying or bleeding In the name of the season For keeping off the road With all your pills to keep you dead Bottle of wedding day To keep all the ghosts away What did that letter read To scatter your rosaries? Talk with your finger tips The voice of your innocence Caught in the spider's nest Awaiting the holocaust Laced, with the water is a poison mace Get in the game son, walking won't win the race No knives or guns All I wanted was a little taste No crying or bleeding In the name of the season For keeping off the road With all your pills to keep you dead The time is wrong, the song won't rhyme To leap across the foggy sea We were all dead We were lying in bed We were all dead We were lying in bed