Album: The Fiancée
Fight priest, FightTake pictures and make alright what you have lost,
Give pride back to the ground
You got all you want, but all you have got is a wreck
Everyone in this whole wide world wake up and Panic
Fortune wears a red dress, but her bones smell of death
They all stare, but no one seeks
They all claim, but no one speaks
They all hear what they want
Panic preacher
Beware of these sheep in the costume of wolves, For lies,
They come in pairs of two and we only die twice, But for such a very long time
Just because you kiss a lot, don't mean you're in love
Just because you have begun, don't mean you have won
I was a second son, not born but just once, and all my friends be gray
The fade out
They all close the door because no one speaks out loud
Take my heart, Prophet