| "Blood and Soil" | |
| Little in the White, Won't be home tonight. There's strange fruit growing from the trees while his brother sings of bling bling. Roxy likes to raise, so let's see what hand she plays, all the live long day, until the end. People all around the world, living for this blood and soil, prepare yourselves you know it's time to push the dark into the night Because everything you are, and everything you feel, will fade into a memory, you'll think it was a fantasy. Sitting in my Hotel, My voice comes back in Ehco. it was late november. the devil's in the details. the sky is chrome, you got your go code, so it's down through the looking glass we go. People all around the world, living for this blood and soil, prepare yourselves you know it's time to push the dark into the night Because everything you are, and everything you feel, will fade into a memory, you'll think it was a fantasy. you're lucky I don't burn books, 'cause you know which one i'd burn first. the devil's in the details. | |