Balls to the Wall

There's snow on the mountains, and fog in the street; Flickering candles in the room. Hear the churchbell ring. See the children playing. I feel their pure delight, And the snow is falling, taking me away. Cold winter nights, cold winter dreams, Refl

Too many slaves in this world Die by torture and pain Too many people do not see They're killing themselves, going insane Too many people do not know Bondage is over the human race They believe slaves are always lose And this fear keeps them down Wat

Late at night in the park I saw them slipping in the dark For heaven's sake what's going on It's like someone is here Gotta follow now Like being in a trance for me There's silence here More than all the noise Spurting in the dark head over heels Ove