Shaman's Harvest все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

And I dream broken dreams,
I make them come true,
I make them for you.

Bad dreams come true, I make them for you (make them come true)
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you (make them come true)

What's that metronome I hear,

Got no more hate
And that makes me dangerous
No pride or shame
And that makes me dangerous
Can't get knocked down
And that makes me dangerous
My time is now
And that makes me dangerous

Don't feel so bad, cause I'm going to make it alright.
It's really sad that we've got to turn out the lights.
And if you sign your name on the dotted line,
I'm gonna to take you back home.

If you comin in the front door asking for trouble,
Come on up in the back, I'll be showin you double
Maybe take a minute, I promise you gonna thank me.

Maybe the sky's falling out around the babies
Maybe the world is going to spin out of control
I don't care anymore
What if I quit today working for the man
Who said I have another, well, maybe I can
its all gonna end anyway
Tell me doctor, whats the cure, for the wicked mans blues

Don't do it, baby
Don't throw yourself against the wall
I can do it more
And you've got to know this
They're just waiting to watch us fall
We'll disappoint them all
And all day I wait
I wait all day

Angel of death and mercy, come take me from this cage
'Cause these four walls and iron bars have been witness to the rage
Of a thousand broken hearts in chains
Like a cripple without his cane, a king without a crown
The passion that once consumed me
Has turned to ashes on the ground
All that I've been given I give it to you
I can't stand here watching you fail to tell the truth

Dead
Show me your life
You can take mine
I will give anything left to you
Have to kill me
To set me free,
I'm stuck in a prison cell
Of my own body

Well you know you better run,
to the hills and the convents.
With hair raisin' goosebumps
you can feel the man comin.
Oh with the watchers and the scapegoats,
you were hidin' in the rain.
With a back cut and music,
you were bleedin' out your pain.

Strike the slate and measure out the damage done
Ya tie the needle right through the bone
And I am lost to mothers only son
And I have sung my final song
in this house of failing grace

And I've sang for the patient mother
Naive and child like lovers

Are the whispers turning your mind.
They're the wolves nipping at your heels.
Trying to drag you down when the light is gone.

And now winter is coming she preys on us all.
Watch how they're mocking ready to fall.
And our pulses are pounding to the sound of the drum.