Death is in this place of the format
Carefully now watching the screen
Yeah
Down in the deep
The reaper takes his seat and is now handling the fate
Of common fatherhood
Watching the screen
Like a spinning globe in numbers ready to crumble
And betting on you
I crucify time
And make it all mine
I′m at the end of the sirens
The paranoia
Growing on you
Until the end of the sirens
Cold are your feet
Recumbrance is creeping underneath and so slowly
You are the father
Time is a beast
Hear the knock-knock, tick-tock, ain't done ready to crumble
He′s betting on you
I crucify time
And make it all mine
I'm at the end of the sirens
The paranoia
Growing on you
Until the end of the sirens
A place in the sun
But below the ground
And at the end of the sirens
Get cold as my hand
I'll be your friend
Until the end of the sirens
Down in the deep
The reaper takes his seat and is now handling the fate
Of common fatherhood
Watching the screen
Like a spinning globe in numbers ready to crumble
And betting on you
I crucify time
And make it all mine
I′m at the end of the sirens
The paranoia
Growing on you
Until the end of the sirens
A place in the sun
But below the ground
And at the end of the sirens
Get cold as my hand
I′ll be your friend
Until the end of the sirens
Death is in this place of the format
Carefully now watching the screen
Yeah
Writer(s): Michael Schon Poulsen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
