Wait for your turn The fear tears you apart Wait for the call of the savages of hell Uncertainty devours Pushing you to the corner Ripping out your cuts and soul for real No way to escape from the hands of the slaughters If this is not hell, the forecourt at least Dismember and repair If you're not profit in their experiments They'll send you (to death) And the sky keeps raining And silver dust, souls in the wind The sky keeps raining Until there's no one left to tell the story A fever and hallucinations But some primitive force keeps in the fight And the sky keeps raining And silver dust, souls in the wind The sky keeps raining Until there's no one left to tell the story The sky keeps raining Until there's no one left to tell the story Hell's fire inside Makes you wish you were never born Stand up on your feet, you're a part of the machine But you'll be replaced if you slow down the wheel Don't slow down the wheel (Don't slow down, don't) (Don't slow down the wheel) (Don't slow down, don't) (Don't slow down the wheel) (Don't slow down, don't) (Don't slow down the wheel) (Don't slow down, don't) (Don't slow down the wheel) The sky keeps raining Silver dust, souls in the wind The sky keeps raining Until there's no one left to tell the story The sky keeps raining Until there's no one left to tell the story