Songtext von Mercenary Fields

Piercing Razors inside Me Captivate Mentality Bits and Pieces outside Me Interfere With Sanity Running Fires around Here Entertain Anxiety Sparkling Traces of Anger Segregate My Vanity Heavy Parcels besides Me Indicate Locality Silent Trenches behind Me Incarnate Fatality Cartridge-Cases along Them Demonstrate Proficiency Rotten Mascots in Caskets Animate Lethality I'm Going Home I'm On My Bones I'm On the Rolls I Need a Rest I'm Turning Hoarse Losing My Throat I'm On My Toes Solemn Phrases Upset Us, Weigh upon Our Self-Respect Towered Targets Below Us Leave No Time to Controvert Fearsome Victims between Us Follow Hard On Our Heels Current Symptoms of Stupor Aggravate In Our Thrills I'm Going Home I'm Feeling Stoned I'm Falling Prone I'm Getting Cold I Quit the Show Losing My Hope I'm Going Home I'm Ill Bestead My Star Has Set Stuck In the Ooze I'm Slowing Down A Long Way Round I'm Going Dead