Lost-Minded
Текст песни From Blake To Black

You say you feel lost in the middle of a crowd

But safe with Jim in the desert

You want to break your shame and shout it loud

That you quit a city so grey

And a life so blurred

Because your doors of perception were locked

When deamons turned politic in churches

When money turned angels into whores

When witchcraft became a true science

So if the lines in your hand

Are too short

You'd better start running out of here

Hunting down your freedom

With a suitcase nuke

Bought in a shopping mall

Yea i sea the world in a tragic way

I think it turned from Blake to black

The Flames of Hell didn't come at all

But a joke-war is almost better isn't it?

But if we stay emotionless

And leave everything of the outside world

And survive with our only thoughts in mind

And hands in our pockets

It gives one more chance

To the self-made kings

To rule over cartoon-slaves

Handing up their souls

On a golden plate

Like a hundred wolves around the trembling sheep