Stop and look into dark nights,
look into my eyes.
You'll see everything there,
you feel the same suffering, do you?
Stop and repel this restlessness now,
you don't want to be similar to me.
To be chased by pain and be made
to scream in the night...
Chorus:
The screamer is waking up, beware people.
Dark days came, whores, junkies,
filthy police constables, fake chiefs...
That's how are things in our butcher's shop.
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In our butcher's shop...
In our butcher's shop...
In our butcher's shop...
In our butcher's shop...
If I ever could stand up in front og the sun,
see light for one more time.
To feel it, raise my head up
and repel evil.
Then I could start to fly then easily
and to remember in a moment
how little I need
to arrive to the sky.
Chorus:
The screamer is waking up, beware people.
Dark days came, whores, junkies,
filthy police constables, fake chiefs...
That's how are things in our butcher's shop.
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In our butcher's shop...
In our butcher's shop...
In our butcher's shop...
In our butcher's shop...