Sitting Ducks

Sitting ducks and people kill you

Wait your turn and they will take you

In the light where they can’t see

In this room where they can’t breathe

What have we done, what have we done?

See how they run, head for the sun

Look at the tears, look at their eyes

Look at the tears stream down

Pierced with the tip of the end of a nail

Sweet execution

Kissed with a spell from the lips of a girl…

Say what you see what you wanted to say, aahh

Look at the tears as they stream down my face

Think of the time that we wanted to waste

Look at this corner in space

On and on and on…

On and on and on…

On and on and on…

On and on and on…

On and on and on…

On and on and on…

On and on and on…

Pierced with the tip of the end of a nail

This is our house!

This is our house!

This is our house!

This is our house!