Text: Mustasch. In The Night.

All my life I have been told

To bow my head in awe

Now those days are over

I refuse to feel small

Did you really think

This game could end up a draw

Did you really think you had

The arms to win this war



And you sacrificed a lot of time

To keep me to the floor

A renegade left bleeding cold

A stranger in your home

A little spieces you could breed

And form into your norms

Hey, the little spieces, now he?s tall

So bow your heads in awe



Here it is, the night has come

The last defense, crumbled down

I?m alone, but I feel strong

I?m taking out the skeletons