Lletres: Germs. Going Down.

Sifting through apocalypse
All I want's to catch a glimpse
Just another broken day
My whole world's gone away

I feel the ceiling's coming down
I watch the dead men run around
Trying hard to change the course
'Cause they know what's best for us

Your whole world's coming down
Close to the bottom, close to the sound
Your whole world's let me down
Drag me down to the under ground

Sifting through apocalypse
Already knew it would come to this
Just another game to play
How many ways have I got to play?

Hear them running faster now
They wear the hooves of Satan's crowd
You came to visit for just one day
But now that you're here
You're here to stay