Decay

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Compositor: Benno Herz / Philip Christ

You've got to be careful
Or your days will be dull
You're draggin' your shell

Til your sunset will come
'Cause you bury all your senses
For a little of tin
Stucked in the fences of your worn out skin
Decay
But you celebrate
That's just iron, that's no gold
You got to be thankful
Come and have a seat
And sell out your wits for a couple of needs
The streets are riddled with blood
You walk them ankle-deep in mud
But the liqour of the digger is blood
You can't even dream steel into gold
Oh my dear turn around
Cold steel tied you to the ground
A far train is crying out loud
And don't tell me you have no fears
No fears
At all

You're a grain of sand at the shore
All of this is real now
You're just a wheel now
You're just too calm to feel alive
Say, is this deal your delight
So why do you drown your fears in wine?
Maybe you don't know
But you get no change
But you paid so much
Isn't that strange?
And still the streets are riddled with blood
And all your needs ankle-deep in mud