Jag Panzer

In the heat of the spot light I watch you run
Dripping kiss of the fortune tellers tongue
Charging into the dark streets, nowhere to turn
Your heart now pounding starts to burn
Could this be all for you? End of your line?
The very air you breathe is scorched
Will this be all they see? No history here
Will you leave quietly? Or will you burn?
Do you have all the answers? Do you care?
Surely you can trust me if you dare
Let's have a look at the blood stains on your clothes
From where they came no one knows
Could this be all for you? End of your line?
The very air you breathe is scorched
Will this be all they see? No history here
Should I leave quietly? Or should I burn!