Worlds Collide Songtext
von Mushroomhead

No, I fight to sleep
Can′t bear one dream
No, I fight to sleep

Hand out the children into the darkness
The fathers of sinners, the daughters of hate
Hand out the darkness to all the children
The mother of nothing, the sons of a place

We are the burden that seem you are carrying
We are the future, the now and the late
When then the whole thing start to bleed
When friction creep and kill all your needs
Yeah, the whole thing starts to bleed

No, I fight to sleep
Can't bear one dream
No, I fight to sleep

Hand out the children into the darkness
The fathers of sinners, the daughters of hate
Hand out the darkness to all the children
The mother of nothing, the sons of a place


We are the burden that seem you are carrying
We are the future, the now and the late
When then the whole thing start to bleed
When friction creep and kill all your needs
Yeah, the whole thing starts to bleed

When probable, impossible
Seems insurmountable to break
When worlds collide like ancient history
We spend our time in misery for you
Awaken all what follows through

When probable, impossible
Seems insurmountable to break
When worlds collide like ancient history
We spend our time in misery for you
Awaken all what follows through

When then the whole thing start to bleed
When friction creep and kill all your needs
Yeah, the whole thing starts to bleed
When then the whole thing start to bleed
When friction creep