Sleeping Gods

Where The Flavour Is

Sleeping Gods


And a rat-racing begins 
Turn a deaf ear to what I sing 
Dated out of what I live 
I'm not getting but i give 
Where the flavour is 

At night you hear me scream 
Hear me laugh 
in your sweet dream 
Death as target, life as way 
Hate as duty, love not to betray 

I'm your madness see me grow 
Guiding your blood, let it flow 
What I feel and what I see 
It is the pain of your reality