Mine (Beast of Prey) Songtext
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Mine (Beast of Prey) Songtext
The sun is shining
It could be a wonderful day
The children play outside
While the birds sing in the sky
A warm breeze moves the grass
And small feet squeeze it
And while a butterfly passes
You hear the children laugh
It′s waiting in the dark
A tiny metal bar
Peeps out of the ground
Dew reflects the sun rays
See me, see me,
Oh please see me
It's waiting in the dark
A stone is pushed back in the earth
While a small soul pushes the metal bar
A tiny flash
Dissapears into the ground
A soft click and with a hollow sound
Slowly it ejects, irrevocable
With a swirling movement like a butterfly
It′s slowly climbing high
It passes the knees
It passes the hands
It passes the chest
Until it reached its high
Another click
A fireball appears out of a shockwave
Like deadly insects
A swarm of glowing spikes
Bursts out of the red center
While flying razorblades
Peel the last laugh off the face
Smeared with blood
A firestorm burns down pieces of flesh
On the red colored grass
Stop searching
Hell is already here
Yes we made it happen
Worse than any beast of prey
It could be a wonderful day
The children play outside
While the birds sing in the sky
A warm breeze moves the grass
And small feet squeeze it
And while a butterfly passes
You hear the children laugh
It′s waiting in the dark
A tiny metal bar
Peeps out of the ground
Dew reflects the sun rays
See me, see me,
Oh please see me
It's waiting in the dark
A stone is pushed back in the earth
While a small soul pushes the metal bar
A tiny flash
Dissapears into the ground
A soft click and with a hollow sound
Slowly it ejects, irrevocable
With a swirling movement like a butterfly
It′s slowly climbing high
It passes the knees
It passes the hands
It passes the chest
Until it reached its high
Another click
A fireball appears out of a shockwave
Like deadly insects
A swarm of glowing spikes
Bursts out of the red center
While flying razorblades
Peel the last laugh off the face
Smeared with blood
A firestorm burns down pieces of flesh
On the red colored grass
Stop searching
Hell is already here
Yes we made it happen
Worse than any beast of prey
Writer(s): Jürgen Jansen, Peter Spilles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com