Down to the Others Songtext
von Ping Machines

Far in the past
In the dark space
You′re waiting for the storm

Must be the champ
But you're less
Than a number in the crowd

You′re in an ocean
Of chemical reactions
Full of lust
The storm will come
And the canon
Shoots you out of your space

Race, the spit behind you will kill
Grace, is not the thing you will get

You float in time, enveloped
In the holy mothers juice
You blossom now, like a plant
That has to break trough the ground


You've got no chain on
Make her moan
For the battle that will come
Go straight ahead, to the light
And it's counting down your time

Grace, is not the thing you will get
Praise your god before you go down
Down to the others

You could have it all
It′s not your god that failed
The sulfur gropes your soul
Like a fire of tongues
All the screams of regret
Are silenced in the heat
But there is no way out
You′re in the cradle of hell
But there is no way out
You're in the cradle of hell

Grace, is not the thing you will get
Down with the others
Praise your god before you go down
Down to the others


Ha ha ha haaaa
Down to the others
Ha ha ha haaaa
Down with the others
Down with the others
Down with the others
Down with the others
Ha ha ha haaaa