Tekstovi: Machine Head. Silver.

Yes, I hold some keys of gold
A cigarrette, a silver bullet
Angels cry and devils lie
The world is our stage
Look inside and try and find
The part of me that tore
I wish I knew what I go through
Behind...

Take my hand across this land
Escape this, all hell inside
Create this man to make my stand
And break this hardened shell inside

I see the man in me
The lines along my face are drawn in
I believe reflections bleed
The sorrows of the souls
Let me know the hurt that shows
And wish it all away
Cos now you'll see what is paining me
Collide...

Take my hand across this land
Escape is all I have inside
Create this man to make my stand
And break this hardened shell in...

I see the walls around me fall around me
And everything's alright
I see the god amoung me fall amoung me
And everything's beside
I see the walls around you, tie and bound you
Drown cos you're so cold..
Cold..
Cold..

Take my hand across this land
Escape is all I have inside
Create this man to make my stand
And Break this hardened shell inside
So take my hand and cross this land
And Break this hardned shell in,
hardened shell in,
hardened shell inside...