Bound to this fire, I walk alone — holy to dirty water
We stopped at nothing — what’s left of home? When all the walls are broken
I’m preparing for war — no master of the game — deceived and betrayed
I’ve foreseen what you do — predictable move — the day I may loose — damnation
I believe — this is neverending — no release — fuel the warmachine in me
Foul walls of vengeance — returning home, trying to find the order
When shapes of nothing — building my home — will lead us to disorder
Life misleads us to death — I cast it all away — and another day — salvation
I believe — this is neverending — no release — fuel the warmachine in me
The slaves becomes the master — there’s nothing heading — after me
The slave becomes the master — but what is comin' after this?
I believe — this is neverending — no release — fuel the warmachine in me
Can’t believe — this neverending — finally — break the warmachine — that’s me
I think it should be a law that you drive an American V8 with a balls-out exhaust while listening to this kinda shit. I'll have to reconcile that later today when I get in my car.
Jesus didn't drive a Camaro... He drove a Honda. It says in the bible that he and his disciples came together in one Accord. God, however... He drove a Plymouth. He drove Adam and Eve from the garden in a Fury.
Bah-dum-pum!!!