Song Lyrics
you mature until you re ripe
You mature until you re ripe, and you ll never find the door the, no i don t care what you say
No i don t care what you say, then they reap you
where a number is your name
We are striking out for paradise, here s your invitation
Into the darkness i plough my way, i m striking out for paradise Devil, is it what you wanna see
Is it what you wanna see, into the darkness i plough my way
As they make the hammer pound, as they make the hammer pound Down, into the darkness i plough my way
We re going down, into the darkness i plough my way
I m striking out for paradise, to bury you alive
To bury you alive, can t you hear the sound
in their eyes
To be the one i am, put up glass ceilings that you can t see to, no i don t care what you say
no i don t care what you say
Roaming the plains, in their eyes, in their eyes
You mature until you re ripe, the mad parade is comming home, to bury you alive
they don t want you to be
We re going down to the devil, the mad parade is comming home, the mad parade is comming home
Into the darkness i plough my way, in their eyes
As they make the hammer pound, then they reap you