Over Before it Began Songtext
von Waxy

Over before it began
And all remains the same
Victims on display
So many so afraid
Had to heal in the flames
When sand turned into glass
The mirror on the wall
A penny for your thoughts


All the blood on the ground
As red as cinnamon
Shadows mix with the night
I start to grin and think about
All of the freaks who wait deliverance
And still some dance to the smell of something dead

Had to heal in the flames
When sand turned into glass
The mirror on the wall
A penny for your thoughts

Over before it began
And still remains the same
Victims on display
So many so afraid


All the blood on the ground
As red as cinnamon
Shadows mix with the clouds
I start to grin and think about
All of the freaks who wait deliverance
And still some dance to the smell of something dead