The weapons are cheap here For the C4 at heart The semtex is right there The past is gone before the future starts ♪ A God with Cotard's syndrome The perfect lame imbecile A spirit built from bones Our history breed what the future kills ♪ (Smile, you're in between black sheets) (Smile, your tongue licks on spoiled meat) Ride Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes Ride, the dark This is the shade that you idolize Ride Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes Ride, the dark This is the shade that you idolize ♪ The weapons are cheap here For the C4 at heart The semtex is right there The past is gone before the future starts Ride Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes Ride the dark This is the shade that you idolize Ride Ride the blackest times, it will haunt your eyes Ride the dark This is the shade that you idolize