Scales Songtext
von Briges

Every dragon scale′s got its pace
You can lick it and place your stamp
What if my feather lands in a pool of infinity
And what if the whole time they pulled my hand?
Throw my back into and against
Gain me more than thinking on a fence

What's wrong with chasing?
What′s wrong with chasing?


The progenies raised on serpent's light from a tube
Ruled by urchins
You never show flames living in the rumen
But who is who to this?
My eyelashes kiss and tickle my tail
They anchored me zenith, why should I feel pale?

What's wrong with chasing?
What′s wrong with chasing?
What′s wrong with chasing?

If you could error your way to Valhalla
Would you trade in the fake stint of staving a dollar?
Who's here under pretense of clear conscience?
Be kind on your stead, don′t feed the toxins
I'll gladly savor the feet that got me here
No idea′s new to bed with fear

What's wrong with chasing?
What′s wrong with chasing?
What's wrong with chasing?
What's wrong with chasing?