at the things that i cant see
if i listen closely,
i can hear a dying dream
im wrapped up in the warmth
of an unforgiving mind
i'm on vacation in another time
and we can thank the tv
we can thank the men of old
for this legacy of hate
somehow they have sold
im wrapped up in the warmth
of an unforgiving game
im on vacation in the land of shame
when the pigs are flying
and its freezing cold in hell
maybe we'll forgive the children, baby
only time can tell...yeah, yeah
if i listen closely
i can hear a dying dream
im on vacation in the land of shame
we'll be alone together
in a world we call our own
we'll be alone together
in a place that doesnt feel like home
i can hear a dying...
we'll be alone together
we'll leave this land of shame