Beneath The Clay (r.i.p.)

Artillery

O.K. Ready to take off


do it slow


I'm living on the bottom


I got to go


five little fingers


grabbing at the glass


gone, those days


now I'm running


up and down in my cage





Too late to defend, I'm buried - insane


don't you know there's more to life than to win


are you that kind of stereotype?


it's no time, there's no time


there's nothing I could answer





No Speech


as long (as) I get nothing


No Speech


as long (as) I get nothing


but I want to get home


let me free, this is not my home





Put away your


flashing stick


don't try to get closer-


through my head


give me a little


bit more of your own


a little more, don't wanna be


anybody's clown





Too late to defend, I'm buried - insane


don't you know there's more to life than to win


are you that kind of stereotype ?


it's no time, there's no time


there's nothing I could answer





No Speech


as long (as) I get nothing


No Speech


as long (as) I get nothing


but I want to get home


let me free, this is not my home





No Speech


as long (as) I get nothing


No Speech


as long (as) I get nothing


but I want to get home


let me free, this is not my home