Strife time
Nightlife
Buy a gun, you’ll need it
You’ll conceal it
The symbol of power
The symbol of freedom
A murder weapon
It makes them feel you
Makes them fear you
Strife: a constant in time
Matter not when be the place
Night: a depression in life
Matter not when you try
And it’s freezing inside
Follow through to find out
What hides behind and seek it out
The highest walls will fall
They will fall and crumble to the ground
We lose our way
Reaching deeper into the world
We lose control
Reaching deeper into the void
We lose our way
We lose control
Symbolizing more than
Promises of what is home
Strife: a constant in time
Matter not when be the place
Night: a depression in life
Matter not when you try
And it’s freezing inside
Too much flesh on your bones
Small talk from your mouth
It’s sunny outside but it’s so cold inside
…way too cold inside
I don’t believe in God
Wonder why he would have made me
Lyrics (C) 2001 Magnus Borgström / Mikael Drackner. All rights reserved.