Letra de N.O.D.

Sick of a sickness A reoccuring nightmare of Convulsing through slow temple dance Liberation requiem Stamped out curriculum Oh that doppleganger laughing (manifesting wings) The dark side... Drop trip... Lost on a trip No acid can supply Because L.S.D. ain't what it used to be (for me) Inside of dead weight standing Speaking with authority Black smoke is swirling upward masking The dark side Misanthropy skin deep The dark side (We) the children of extremes The dark side Will warn a fool indeed That dark side You'll have to carry that weight You fight You will fight Against the strands So ill advised The dark side Misanthropy skin deep The dark side (We) the children of extremes The dark side Will warn a fool indeed The dark side You'll have to carry that weight I fight I will fight Against the strands so ill advised We'll never know when Someday will bring our own (sudden)... last time I will fight... you say you want a revolution? I will fight... and carry that weight