Tekstovi: Incubus. A Crow Left Of The Murder. Made For TV Movie.

I heard a word from 'on high'
Glare like a light in the sky
It said, "quit blowing each other up"

Voicing so crystaline clear
Some thing's unclean in your ear
When only blood will fill your cup

Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes decieve me
Focus
I'm witnessing history...repeating

It fell like a tear from my eye
Flying machine so up high
Well, there goes the neighborhood

A scene set to singe innocence
Upheave, unhinge, and pit against
Like every made for TV movie should

Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes decieve me
Focus
I'm witnessing history...repeating

Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus.
Focus. Focus! Focus!! Focus!!!
(I can see now)

We are, we know, we see, we think for you!
The who, the what, the when, the where, the why!
We build your young, we built you too, we see you all!

Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes decieve me
Focus
I'm witnessing history...repeating