THE EIGHTH DAY 


Dead asleep the city dreams 
Holding up its arms like limbs of steel 
Mountains rise like mounds of sand 
The boiling sea has swallowed up the land 

 On the eighth day
 Dancing dead are knocking on my door 
 In acid rain they came to mourn 
 To raise the flag to raise the tune 
 You know they'll be here soon 
 The eighth day

Hollow homes and gloomy streets 
The people next door are looking more like circus freaks 
On the eighth day Echoes of the midnight chime 
The clock moves on but what a waste of time 

 On the eighth day 
 Dancing devil knocking on my door 
 It has to grey that came to more 
 To raise the flag to raise a tune 
 You know they'll be here soon 
 The eighth day

Pure white heat and blood of sands 
Two clouds of crimson mists are swirling round and round 
On the eighth day 
Pools of fear and eyes that shine 
The mirrors craked but I know they'll be mine oh mine 

 On the eighth day 
 Dancing devil knocking on my door 
 It has to grey that came to more 
 To raise the flag to raise a tune
 You know they'll be here soon 
 The eighth day 

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