Sabbath Songtext
von The Diamond Light

Making shapes in my head.
I′m tracing outlines of the prophets
and celebrities I thought to be dead.
You command the best from me.
But the taste of mothers blood
don't got that kick I always thought it should be.


If you′re all out of excuses you're breaking the law.
It's dumb you have excuses at all.

I′m tracing frames from beneath my bed.
′Cause I have to hide from something,
so I'm hiding from those books that I′ve read.

Not all your actions
have come from reactions I saw.
I know I can only run for so long.