At last alone, his fire's dying
Burned another day
Now to pretend
and make up an ending
somewhere far away
He reached for a book all bound in leather
something that he knows he's never read
and the first page says beware you've found the answer
the next one says I wish that you were dead!
Don't go on, put it back
You're reading from the Bible Black!
What's this word I see
Who are you and who are me
Maybe I just stumbled in the dark
I must have been out cold
but the way the story's told
They found me lying naked in the rain..yeah
Let me go I've seen religion
But the line has left me blind
Take me back
I must have the Bible Black!
Well here I go again
From the start to the end
I wish I could remember what I've done
Now here's another spell
it could take me straight to hell
and I feel I'm getting closer to my home
Let me go I've found addiction
and it makes me feel alive
Take me back
I must have the Bible Black!
(Great Guitar Solo)
He locks himself away and tastes the silence
Hungry for another bite of wrong
and just the words "oh Lord please take me with you"
Took him to a place we don't belong
Let him go!
He can't come back
He's reading from the Bible Black!
So if your fire's dying,
then what's the use of trying?
I may know another place that you can go
It's hiding in the pages
but you may not come back
you're reading from the Bible Blaaaaack!!!
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Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
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