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Symphonisch anmutende Dark-Rock-Ballade mit Streicher-Einsatz und fünfstimmigem Final-Chor
Strophe:
Cannot say, that I'm not sorry,
For the things that I have done
You may accuse me, I'm a sinner
But I'm not the only one
Got a gun under your pillow?
Or a corpse under your bed
for ev'ry night that you surrendered
To the demons in your head?
Do you claim your just and righteous?
Do you practice what you preach?
Are you able to distinguish,
Who's to learn and who's to teach?
When you're lying on your pillow,
And you grab your blanket tight
And those voices whisper softly
So tell me, how can, you sleep at night?
Refrain:
Don't need to be a keen believer
To see the writings on the wall?
But remember what they told ya,
Or did you ever listen, at all?
Cannot say, that I'm not sorry,
For the things that I have done
You may accuse me, I'm a sinner
But I'm not the only one
Got a gun under your pillow?
Or a corpse under your bed
for ev'ry night that you surrendered
To the demons in your head?
Do you claim your just and righteous?
Do you practice what you preach?
Are you able to distinguish,
Who's to learn and who's to teach?
When you're lying on your pillow,
And you grab your blanket tight
And those voices whisper softly
So tell me, how can, you sleep at night?
Refrain:
Don't need to be a keen believer
To see the writings on the wall?
But remember what they told ya,
Or did you ever listen, at all?
