Subject A Songtext
von The Killing Moon

Subject A
Wants to throw it all away
He′s sick of all the pain
Wants to turn it into rage
But how the barrel tastes
Before it's too late

(I just want to get through the day)

We′re all just shades of gray
In a long and frantic race
To catch our dying day
(I just want to get through the day)

For one second I'll slit your throat
Spill blood across the floor
Put an end to this game


They thought you would have learned by now
But you're still questioning
So much lost within each second
So they say you became
Another waste of space
So you learn how the barrel tastes

And the world will watch
As he blows his head off

(I just want to get through the day)

We′re all just shades of gray
In a long and frantic race
To catch our dying day
(I just want to get through the day)

For one second I′ll slit your throat
Spill blood across the floor
Put an end to this game

Take the time to smell
While the rose is red
Before they're all dried up and dead
It′s never too late
It's never too late


Remember the blood running through your veins
We′re all just shades of gray
In a long and frantic race
To catch our dying day
(I just want to get through the day)
For one second I'll slit your throat
Spill blood across the floor
Put an end to this game