Testo Cranking The Sirens Soilwork
Underneath the surface heâs bound to be back for more
Keep your eye on the trigger man
His hands are shaky, trying to find the score
Well, I see you have another friend
To drag down the hall
Watch him bleed on this freakshow monday
Watch him crank the sirens tearing up his soul
Chorus:
And there it goes heâs so close to a remedy
A painful host of his time
And heâll never show to the world
How his lifeâs supposed to be
Drenched by the dark in his mind
Now thereâs nothing but silence surrounding him
Providing the contents of his unique
Misanthropical friend. well (wonât you tell)
If thereâs ever gonna be a state for your well-hidden art
Watch him breed on this freakshow monday
Watch him crank the sirens tearing up his soul
He believes in silence
He believes that this is the end
He canât hear the sirens cause
Silence is the greatest sleep of them all