Parapet Songtext
von Slow Death

I don′t recognise face have I seen you before
Gets hard to tell who's new round here
Its like a revolving door
A vital ever turning cog that powers the machine
While we get high on the fumes of our own complacency

From the neck up
Buried deep
Just bad luck
To scared to speak
You wait in line
For someone else
Place holder
For someone else


Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head
Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head
Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head
Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head

Now I recognise that face in fact I know it well
I watched a fire left its eyes realised in its own hell
Now a vital ever turning part of the machine
While we get high on the fumes of our own complacency

From the neck up
Buried deep
Just bad luck
To scared to speak
You wait in line
For someone else
Place holder
For someone else


Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head
Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head
Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head
Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head

I don′t recognise face have I seen you before
Gets hard to tell who's new round here
Its like a revolving door
A vital ever turning cog that powers the machine
While we get high on the fumes of our own complacency

Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head
Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head
Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head
Above the parapet
Stick your head
Stick your head