Songtext von Faraday Cage

Don't let your lovers in Gold riches and the fountains Aren't worth it in the end Don't let your lovers in Oh, don't you hate it, little lamb, little lamb? Oh, don't you hate it, being tested, little lamb? Ripped from your home, ripped from your womb Ripped from your favorite song is your murder weapon Blackmail sensation, distract yourself from changes in this bold operation (I will never forget your face, she died with such grace) If I see heaven coming back as someone else's ghost... Then Don't let your lovers in Gold riches and the fountains Aren't worth it in the end Don't let your lovers in The world will be filled up with gold And riches that you can't even begin to imagine! With me you'll never be alone! Completely in my arms for this nightmare Wear my goddamn ring Wear my goddamn necklace Wear my voice Wear my label Wear my never-ending Wear my goddamn necklace Wear my goddamn ring Wear my goddamn necklace Wear my voice Wear my label Wear my never-ending Wear my goddamn necklace Wear my goddamn ring Wear my goddamn necklace