Choir of Young Believers
Patricia's Thirst
In a split second of redAnd very well thought of aheadWith a machine gun and legs spreadYou let the world know what's aheadYou're sleepwalking while you dream of runningSleepwalking while you dream of runningThinking about Patricia HearstNow that your spit is our thirstYou realize that your dream is deadReflections never came too lateNever brought fire to your mouthYou never listen, never shoutWith a machine gun and legs spreadYou let the world know what's aheadYou're sleepwalking while you dream of runningSleepwalking while you dream of running
From Letras Mania