Wait for your turn
The fear tears you apart
Wait for the call of the savages of hell
Uncertainty devours
Pushing you to the corner
Ripping out your cuts and soul for real
No way to escape from the hands of the slaughters
If this is not hell, the forecourt at least
Dismember and repair
If you're not profit in their experiments
They'll send you (to death)
And the sky keeps raining
And silver dust, souls in the wind
The sky keeps raining
Until there's no one left to tell the story
A fever and hallucinations
But some primitive force keeps in the fight
And the sky keeps raining
And silver dust, souls in the wind
The sky keeps raining
Until there's no one left to tell the story
The sky keeps raining
Until there's no one left to tell the story
Hell's fire inside
Makes you wish you were never born
Stand up on your feet, you're a part of the machine
But you'll be replaced if you slow down the wheel
Don't slow down the wheel
(Don't slow down, don't)
(Don't slow down the wheel)
(Don't slow down, don't)
(Don't slow down the wheel)
(Don't slow down, don't)
(Don't slow down the wheel)
(Don't slow down, don't)
(Don't slow down the wheel)
The sky keeps raining
Silver dust, souls in the wind
The sky keeps raining
Until there's no one left to tell the story
The sky keeps raining
Until there's no one left to tell the story
