Dicey Songtext
von GEL

Finally, soon she sees
You′re out of luck
Fire, I breathe

Brace yourself, take all the things you need
To prepare a fight against the creed


Yeah
"A little late", I called your bluff
Deadbolted shut, I'm feeling like stuck

Brace yourself, take all the things you need
To prepare a fight against the creed

You′ll regret to say, so here I fucking stay
Forever a part, a piece of your display