Damocles Songtext
von Birdmask

I will fold my chair in time
Pick my head of hair, strain by strain
I oblige for you
But I just feel a little dead
With this thought above my head
I′ll adjust my hold-down prides
Escape from my will-defies


I will fold my chair in time
Pick my head of hair, strain by strain
I just feel a little dead
With this thought above my head
I just feel a little dead

Are you the best at the rescue?
Are you the best that they could do?
Are you the best at the rescue?
Are you the best that they could do?
Are you the best at the rescue?
Are you the best that they could do?
Are you the best at the rescue?
Are you the best that they could do?

I just feel a little dead
With this thought above my head


Four, L, five, seven
Quatre, zéro, cinq, sept