The Man Of The Crowd Songtext
von KĀMA

He breathes bitumen and glares at you
Cold and bright as a slaughterhouse knife
He cleaves you without noise
And releases an excited melancholic life
In garments of flamboyant silk
A ray of light that cheats

You faint of love
He can′t be bowed
Tight as a leather glove
'Cause he′s the man of the crowd

The type and genius of deep deep crime
The rubble of a mime drama
Embalmed by the sublime
His solemn walk between the commas
He penetrates hearts subtly like a thief
A novel with infinite leitmotif


You faint of love
He can't be bowed
Tight as a leather glove
'Cause he′s the man of the crowd

He juggles the worst pitfalls of love
But he cannot be left alone
An untold secret haunts you like a lullaby
With no regrets starts to deny
He was born to blow your mind

You faint of love
He can′t be bowed
Tight as a leather glove
'Cause he′s the man of the crowd

You faint of love
He can't be bowed
Tight as a leather glove
′Cause he's the man of the crowd

You faint of love
He can′t be bowed
Tight as a leather glove
'Cause he's the man of the crowd


You faint of love
He can′t be bowed
Tight as a leather glove
′Cause he's the man of the crowd