Ike Moriz

Ike Moriz - Our Gold

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Digging deep in noble ashes
Like the solemn faced clown prepares his shows
No glimmering rainbow at the end of the tunnel
But pale tongues
Too numb to moan

A hotbed of extinct cravings
Acid hunger in their dead bones
Fame beast – worn out, worn well
Last but not least we'll break the spell

There can't be no more repetition
There won't be no more repetition
And I say: No, no, no, no - no, no

This second is ours
This time is our gold
This second is ours
This time is our gold
It's ours, our gold

In sleepless sweaty nights their skin smells of dead cells
The stars shiver in their beds, too fond of their grandeur

Sisyphus cracked the rock and built himself a big, big castle
Now he runs up and down the stairs
Longing to be blessed with pain again

This second is ours
This time is our gold
This second is ours
This time is our gold
This second is ours
This time is our gold
This second is ours
This time is our gold
This second is ours
This time is our gold (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
This second is ours
This time is our gold (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
It's ours, our gold
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Author: Ike Moriz

Composer: Ike Moriz

Publisher: Mosquito Records London Pty Ltd.

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Released in: 2004

Language: English

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