Tekstovi: Monks of Doom. Fall from Grace.

Turn up the music way up loud
Dress yourself up in a shroud
The crayon fabric colors stains
... into buckets filled with rain

And dance the dance of summer's lost
And forget time and forget names
They'll have to run away someday not to come back
So they say

And if you were

I saw you laughing with the animals today
I couldn't understand a single word you said
Each time we talk we turn the conversation black

Each time we talk we always get lost in the facts

And if you were to fall from grace
I'd have a picture of your face
Those colored laughing there at me
Tell me your histories

And if you had to leave this place
And if you vanished without trace
Completely barred straight from my mind
Bad memories left behind