Phideaux
Phideaux - A Curse Of Miracles songtekst
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In the streets, yeah I was drifting through the lanes In the streets, baby Everybody looked away In the streets I felt tension and afraid In the back of my head I feel terribly dead Friday afternoon Came a rustling from the room I was strangely terrified By the things I heard inside Then a voice so strong and loud Said, "It could be yours by now" Saturday at 4 I snuck back to the corridor And slipped into the room Now I'm quiet as a tomb And there written on the ground In dust, "It should be yours by now" And t's so strange 'Cuz in the back of my head I still feel terribly dead So just go away Leave me chained to the wall Just like you've done it before Everyone knows that it's my regular show Is my deliverance near? I don't see it, I don't hear Where's the trumpets blowing fire And the angel-hosted choir? I keep waiting for the sound 'Cuz it should be here by now It should be here by now But there's no change In the back of my head The monster wants to be fed And I can't get away 'Cuz when you've done it before What's it matter once more Everyone knows that it's your regular show... Once upon a time In the blinking of an eye The oracle was mine Like the sage had prophesied It was whispered through the clouds Said, "It will be yours right now"