Gears Songtext
von The Prize Fighter Inferno

Pay your thoughts no mind in cowardly contradiction
We are the meek we are the small
We are the failed that leads us blindly
To have no hope at all
In ourselves we run the risk
There′s only one way to make their list
So I say fuck this
I'll make my own list
And welcome a new today

So goodnight my dear, if only one thing′s clear, it's "I'm coming home!"
Oh, and leaving this scene and keeping it under me.
Oh, I feel mistaken, only no hesitating Gears,
Hold through all of these years.

[Get yours, gets yours, get get get get yours,
Get yours, get yours, get get get get yours]

Pay no mind to the sign that will take you home,
We are immobile and overgrown.
There is no moving these Gears, so please,
Just leave us the hell alone.


I′ve been a beggar and a fool,
To a conscience, that beats me up with rules,

[Get yours, gets yours, get get get get yours,
Get yours, get yours, get get get get yours]

So goodnight my dear, if only one thing′s clear, it's "I′m coming home!"
Oh, and leaving this scene and keeping it under me.
Oh, I feel mistaken, only no hesitating Gears,
Hold through all of these years.

(Looping) [La la la, la la la la]
[Get yours, gets yours, get get get get yours,
Get yours, get yours, get get get get yours]
Goodnight my dear, if only one thing's clear, it′s "I'm coming home!"
(Backmasked) [oh, and leaving this scene and keeping it under me.]

Goodnight my dear, if only one thing′s clear, it's "I'm coming home!"
Oh, and leaving this scene and I′m keeping it under me.
Oh, I feel mistaken, only no hesitating Gears,
Hold through all of these years


Goodnight my dear, if only one thing′s clear, it's "I′m coming home!"
Oh, and leaving this scene and I'm keeping it under me.
[Get yours, gets yours, get get get get yours,
Get yours, get yours, get get get get yours, looping]
Oh, I feel mistaken, only no hesitating Gears,
Hold through all of these years

Goodnight my dear, if only one thing′s clear, it's "I′m coming home!"
Oh, and leaving this scene and keeping it under me.
Oh, I feel mistaken, only no hesitating Gears,
Hold through all of these years.

(Fade)