Every day I wake up to the same fucking thing Evil things in my mind, and it spins, and it spins
Is there any love for a boy that has sinned? (Ca-ca-candles always lit for the boy with the gift) Do we take a risk for reality more crisp? (Mixed in) Mixed in with the spit, is the blood any thick? When you´re built like this, does the drugs even hit? (Hit) Let us take a look at the sky and exist (Aw) Listen and forget (Uh) Mr. one in a million (It´s tragic) It´s the one in a million (Uh) One, one (Just imagine)
Mansion on the hill, stood in a pool of blood Swan on the sleeve, flags waving Winds from the north, freeze all shores, brutal frost-born (Million)
Mansion on the hill, stood in a pool of blood Swan on the sleeve, flags waving (It´s tragic) (One million) (What´s the point?) (So tragic) So vapid (So tragic, so-so-so)
The holy lord, Saint George Every day I wake up to the same fucking thing Evil things in my mind, and it spins, and it spins Is there any love for a boy that has sinned? Candles always lit for the boy with the gift Mr. one in a million (It´s tragic, it´s tragic; it´s beautiful) Do you take a risk for reality more crisp? Mixed in with the spit, is the blood any thick?
When you´re built like this, does the drugs even hit? Let us take a look at the sky and exist O-one in a million, suffer in distress O-o-one in a million, suffer in distress Every day I wake up to the same fucking thing Evil things in my mind, and it spins, and it spins Is there any love for a boy that has sinned? Candles always lit for the boy with the gift (Ripsquad) Mr. one in a million Like the ash on the snow, cigarette (O-one in a) (O-one in a million)
It´s tragic (So tragic, so messed up)
Every day I wake up to the same fucking thing Evil things in my mind, and it spins, and it spins Is there any love for a boy that has sinned? Candles always lit for the boy with the gift (It´s tragic)
Traduction
C´est tragique (Tragique, uh, si tragique, si tragique)
Manoir sur la colline, debout dans une mare de sang Cygne sur la manche, drapeaux flottants Vents du nord, gelant toutes les côtes, givre brutal (Million) Manoir sur la colline, debout dans une mare de sang Cygne sur la manche, drapeaux flottants (C´est tragique) (Un million) (Quel est le point ?) (Si tragique) Si insipide (Si tragique, si-si-si)