Lletres: 2*sweet. Sleep Without Dreams. Speak Of The Devil.

This is the mark of the beast,
Coming through your stereo,
Lord have mercy on my soul,
Whoa, whoa,
The sinning life won't let me go,

I'm wrecking worlds and breaking bones,
And I'm beheading the king on his throne,
But I'm not sleeping alone (sleeping alone)
No, I'm not sleeping alone,
While the radio drones, radio drones,

Lord have mercy on my soul,
Whoa, whoa
The sinning life won't let me go,
'cause everyone I know,
Has been accepted to hell,
Where's my full ride,
'cause I lie lie,
Like I'm ringing a bell,

They say these things,
Just take some time,
Well they say these things,
Just take some time,
They take some time,
These things take time,

Breathe it in kerosene,
Light a match and kiss me,
With my matchstick wooden teeth,
We are the doom riders rolling through your town,
Flee to your house of prayer and we will burn it down,
This is the mark of the beast,
Coming through your stereo

Lord have mercy on my soul,
Whoa, whoa
The sinning life won't let me go,
'cause everyone I know,
Has been accepted to hell,
Where's my full ride,
'cause I lie lie,
Like I'm ringing a bell,
Whoa, whoa

They say these things,
Just take some time,
Well they say these things,
Just take some time,
They take some time