Is it any wonder That you have fallen down on your knees You better take cover It's gonna spread around like a disease
Now you're going under You got caught running from the scene You better take cover It's gonna take you down like a disease
Gonna make you suffer Face up to your responsibilities Is it any wonder That you've fallen down on your knees On your knees On your knees
And there's a black waiting for the moment to strike Crossing your path at the dead of midnight A black cat waiting for the moment to strike
I know you can't explain Why you take more than you need Looking for someone to blame But you are blinded by what you see
The seeds you've sown Prove to be nothing more than weeds And the life you've known Won't be he same as it used to be Used to be Used to be What you get isn't always what you see
And there's a black waiting for the moment to strike Crossing your path at the dead of midnight A black cat waiting for the moment to strike
And there's a black waiting for the moment to strike Maybe next time you'd better think twice And there's a black waiting for the moment to strike
And there's a black waiting for the moment to strike Crossing your path at the dead of midnight A black cat waiting for the moment to strike
And there's a black waiting for the moment to strike Maybe next time you'd better think twice A black waiting for the moment to strike
Compositores: Christopher John Cheney (Chris Cheney), Scott Bradley Owen ECAD: Obra #29086448