Devil Makes Three (The)
To The Hilt
I know you can see that demon as he rests in his towers on highmakin us run after his pennies most of our livesthere ain't nothing we can do now cause we all got to survive sittin down here rottin from deep insideI'm singin dream just dream for meI'm singin dream just dream for meI'm sayin dream just dream for mecause I believe that these chains they are growing weakyes I believe that these chains they are growin weakthey're growing weak, they're growin weakNow I know that you can hear them screamin from those cubicles deep insideas they sit just now wonderin always that question whyand I know you can hear them whisperin' why they can't get what they needstrapped down to the table they're injected with that greedI'm singin dream just dream for meI'm singin dream just dream for meI'm sayin dream just dream for mecause I believe that these chains they are growing weakyes I believe that these chains they are growin weakthey're growing weak, they're growin weak
From Letras Mania