Cosmic Rifle Songtext
von Fuel Eater

Arise old demon
Of our devastation
Egoism elation
Pacing towards midnight

The clock is ticking
Time is running out
Nothing ends but all
Will die somehow

You have to turn the cosmos
Upside down
To give peace a reason

Siberian terror
Or pretentious virtue
Smothering all reason
In a heist of nations

Clock without a crafter
A symbolic measure
Firing up to zero
To unite in one rule


Never despair or surrender
God will sort out his own
No compromise before
The face of Armageddon

Death, war and blood
Wits in the edge of the world
A mastermind
Knows how to patronize all
From a throne
Hard to bring
Down

An ambition well played out
A trick on mother nature
In a moral dilemma
Hostage of a situation

In your heart there′s an impulse
Impossible to stifle
But your fate is the cold ground
And a cosmic rifle
The clock is ticking
Time is running out
Nothing ends but all
Will die somehow


You have to turn the cosmos
Upside down
To give peace a reason