How deep are the thoughts you bear
When you're the last man able to stand?
The black stamper is a scam
Red-handed feeble man
A typical cenario to choose
Can't feel now what you can lose
Thunders rolling down the blues
A soundtrack that you can refuse
A typical cenario to choose
Can't feel now what you can lose
Thunders rolling down the blues
A soundtrack that you can refuse
They're buying the apples, creating a plot
Too bad they can't see that inside is rotten
So don't try to snap, that's too big for us all
Red rain preaches, but you can't scream this
They're buying the apples, creating a plot
Too bad they can't see that inside is rotten
So don't try to snap, that's too big for us all
Red rain preaches, but you can't scream this
Loud
Loud
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
You gather it on, you gather in your arms
