Twelve Tribes - Killing Tonight For Every Love´s Money

and so i'm kneeling with two arms in the wind one hand short
changed inhaling purple dust murder the other nursing love's one
tunnel six chambers cold metal warm fingers lost gun to my chin
it's tonight for my sleep and dreams, forget dreams as feathers to
flowers and petals to wings and angels to flying brings red dust to
fields and flowers are pistols when bullets dream me killing tonight,
tomorrow dies. the water is laughing the fire is heartache killing
tonight, tomorrow dies. and see me now no hands no face ten
dreams missed everything, everything.