Out of the Dirt Songtext
von Thomas Méreur

The fame, the strong, the cold, the wrong, the older
The secrets are gone
But I can go on for another
You′re right the storm
The rage is coming over
But you are gone
What's left of us an error

The strain, the dark, the rain, the light, the misfits
Summer at last
But it′s going fast I missed it
Everything's burned
So you crawl inside your pit
I can hear your cry
I think I know that spirit


It's coming at night like worms digging out of the dirt
They lurk in the streets
Waiting for somebody to hurt
They′ll burst through your door
Ripping and crushing inside
They′re under your bed
Like dreams leaking out
Of my mind

The pain, the dawn, the night, the storm
People desperate and quiet
The bank, the fall, the rank, the polls
The time has come for a riot
The flame, the meat, the blood, the beast
The hunger, the feast
The stronger defeats
The rain, the warming
The flood is threatening
The time has come for the misfits