Brimstone Songtext
von R.I.P.
Brimstone Songtext
The life you lead is not a coward′s game
You may get burned now if you stand too near the flame
Cower in darkness, live in fear
Or come into the fire, into the clear
If some have got to win, then some have got to lose
When your life's growing thin, you have no time to choose
The dice are tumbling, the coin is in the air
You know you′re stumbling, you don't know where, no
Brimstone
Brimstone
Brimstone
You push it out of your head, "I'm happy now, I′m fine"
But you can′t see the one who is the keeper of your kind
The seconds of your life, they pass away to nowhere
You wonder what comes next, 'til you grow older
You felt the blessing now, but you may feel the wrath
When you meet the one who sent you down this path
The dice are tumbling, the coin is in the air
You know you′re stumbling, you don't know where, no
Brimstone
Brimstone
Brimstone
What is the consequence beyond your present tense?
Cash out for all your sins, the host will always win
Some men were made to follow their leader
Some men are slaves to a calling far more deeper
Your heart fills with dread, you know the side you chose
When the smell of brimstone hits your nose, no
You may get burned now if you stand too near the flame
Cower in darkness, live in fear
Or come into the fire, into the clear
If some have got to win, then some have got to lose
When your life's growing thin, you have no time to choose
The dice are tumbling, the coin is in the air
You know you′re stumbling, you don't know where, no
Brimstone
Brimstone
Brimstone
You push it out of your head, "I'm happy now, I′m fine"
But you can′t see the one who is the keeper of your kind
The seconds of your life, they pass away to nowhere
You wonder what comes next, 'til you grow older
You felt the blessing now, but you may feel the wrath
When you meet the one who sent you down this path
The dice are tumbling, the coin is in the air
You know you′re stumbling, you don't know where, no
Brimstone
Brimstone
Brimstone
What is the consequence beyond your present tense?
Cash out for all your sins, the host will always win
Some men were made to follow their leader
Some men are slaves to a calling far more deeper
Your heart fills with dread, you know the side you chose
When the smell of brimstone hits your nose, no
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