Songtext von Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Die

Smokey fields with secrets yield What you can't fix your eyes on The darkened sky cannot be pryed Apart from the horizon ... and so this is life It will go anywhere Indifferent of a begger's lamentation Some trees rot away Others will meet the axe Their lives lived blinded Today we stand Tomorrow we fly Pick apart a perfect plan And alter all you know What's done is done; and will ever be On the street, the two would meet It looked like he would miss it But one must have just misjudged And left a body, twisted He fell on his back His eyes wide open looking upwards Fading from crimson to nothing Whether it's a mistake, Fully intentional, it happens One thing leads to another Today we stand Tomorrow we fly Today we kill Tomorrow we die Pick apart a perfect plan And alter all you know What's done is done; and will ever be What's done is done.