Police John, Police Red Songtext
von Training for Utopia

Good friend, I know that you can′t see
With your hands on your eyes
I tried, you lied
No more taking chances
No more chances
No more taking chances
No more chances
No more taking chances
No more chances
Your face is a mask, I can feel it
No one is a sucker for you
If I could, I would, I would steal it
I'd steal it away from you to breathe
I′m holding my passage


I fall to the ground
You are laughing at me
You are dying, you fool
A death parade, this way comes
I'm holding a banner of white
I hear them stomping, wearing upside down smiles
I spit to make mud and I drown myself in
I'm digging you out from a downgrade
And I′m dragging you under the stairs to breathe
Come Armageddon
Come Armageddon, come Armageddon
Come Armageddon, come Armageddon
Come Armageddon, come Armageddon
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