Welcome to the happy end…
your feelings they don't count boy!
Oh no! You've got no friends! … sunset over hell…
The worst is yet to come now…
You can crawl, you can walk, you can run…
for he who is, who was, is now to come…
The next thing to murder
With voodoo tattooed in your head!
Your world is fake! All lost and sad
The greatest story ever told, the love of money
the want for gold! Another day, another dollar
The price you pay is what they tell you
Welcome… Come on… To the happy end
Your feelings they don't count boy
Oh no! You've got no friends…
Sunset over hell. The worst is yet to come now
You can crawl, you can walk, you can run
For he who is, who was, is now to come…
So this is where we turn to friends
because this is where it all ends
The bible is the book! Jesus the friend!
All the king's horses kill all the king's men
The next thing to murder
The next thing to murder… prepare ye… prepare ye…