Euphoria کے بول

Here you are again Out of the closet Full of your old fashioned skeletons Pointing their finger On all that’s different Announcing the end that will come Once you wore black Once you wore white Always in some disguise But uniforms change Your manners don’t Playing the same old song Hear the trumpets of the apocalypse Ancient prophets now announce the end Frustration on a choir of lunacy The valkyries will ride Back to their graves again Behind a weapon or keyboard A vulnerable biggot Pretends to stand tall Repressing feelings for years Everyone’s a sinner And pleasure disturbs Once you wore black Once you wore white Always in some disguise But uniforms change Your manners don’t Playing the same old song Hear the trumpets of the apocalypse Ancient prophets now announce the end Frustration on a choir of lunacy The valkyries will ride Back to their graves again Hear the trumpets of the apocalypse Ancient prophets now announce the end Frustration on a choir of lunacy The valkyries will ride Back to their graves again Again Again