Psychodelic Nightmare — текст песни (Dead Moon)

Oh, it aint safe, you better watch out

Theyre coming to get you - sickle and shroud

Theyll turn you to stone and burn out your sky

Theyve got your number - television eyes

The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights



You think you can fight, hold on to your ground

The fingers of doom - times counting down

You think you can run from the mushroom cloud

Rain turns to cinder when the hammer comes down

The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights

You the cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights

Youre living on the edge of a psycholdelic nightmare



I covered my face, I closed my door

The skyline was falling like the armies before

In the dust and the heat, the sound of change

Hell bent for leather, nothing remained

The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights