Keeny Gibler (Play The Piano Like A Disease) Lyrics

Fight, priest, fight

Take pictures and make all right what you have lost

Give pride back to the ground

You got all you want, but you've got a wreck

Everyone in this whole wide world, wake up and panic

Fortune wears a red dress, but her bones smell of death

Panic

They all stare, but no one seeks

They all claim, but no one speaks

They all hear what they want

Panic, preacher, panic

Beware of these sheep in the costume of wolves lies

They come in pairs of two and we only die twice

But for such a long time

Just because you kiss a lot, that don't mean you're in love

Just because you have begun, that does not mean you've won

Well I was a second son, not born but just once

And all my friends be gray

The fade out

They all close the door and no one speaks out loud

The fade out

Take my heart, prophet