Lately i've been searching, searching for answers
I walk around the boulevards, looking for magicians
With a cold feet, black coat full of arms outstretched and a leading voice
And i can't help but shout at the top of my lungs
Who is next in line to get hurt
Who is next in line to get speared
Bad mouth, bad habits
Now leads icicles growing out me hair
Our past i'd guaranteed you if you'd stay with me your tomorrow will be endlessly free
Don't know what it was that had made you to come by
Though i know god created me beautifully but don't you know beauty will forever kill.
Who is next in line to get hurt?
Who is next in line to get speared?
I am sorry
I can see our future
It isn't so bright
There isn't any light
Who is next in line to get hurt
Who is next in line to get my spear
And so i wait
I wait for my next prey
I wait.
Here.
