Seven days a week
Been up for a while
Travelling through space
And time
Eleven sins together
Keep holding each other
Prepared to fight alone
In the night
Thirteen hours late
To anything else
Creepy, haunted
Dead on the ground
No need for excuses
Blood spilt and dried up
Conquered at the end
Of the fight
Clever occupations
Illegal but right
Sleepy bastards
Sneaking at night
Hollow modulations
Divided in clusters
Supressed and cast away
With the kite
Whispering and healthy
Demons at my side
Simple things put through
Drowny ride
Crazy infiltrators
Burnt up on each other
Don't know if left is wrong
Or it's right
Seven days a week, been up for a while
Seven days a week, been up for a while
Seven days a week, been up for a while
Travelling through space and time