To Each His Own Songtext
von The Vice

Without shape, Nor a voice
Years to root and feed
Down in a hole

Time the deviants stole
Back to the dial
Grow some flesh to these bones
Wear my name for a while

Take down the crosses little one
Take them down

Turn the shelter a danger zone

To each his own


I would let them speak
Animate in the fumes
Silent... cheering them on

Trials won′t bury the dead
Light of the old
Currents out of the cage
With the ghost came the cold

Take down the crosses little one
Take them down

Turn the shelter (into) a danger zone

To each his own

Take down the crosses little one
Take them down

Turn the shelter (into) a danger zone

To each his own