Ronnie: Everyday it seems like i ll never trust And never understand what is going on this world around When i feel that heaven pushing barely on my chest, on my head What would people think if i d stoped to breathe and than leave Just to see me across the streets and they´ll see, i didnt never need anything to believe, being free and unseen i´m like a dirt on your sleeve the law of my hatred anchored high above my thrill endless greyded corners behind beloved undead lovers... they seem to me like slight disorder breathing´s getting harder and time is getting shorter, my esteem is sinking deeper and the story about the faith is long sailed by the river Your ideas are dead! Chorus: Rosaries! They never helped me through Why would i stay? Or better i should go? Maybe on the cross, you´ll find your misery Why would i stay? Or better i should go? Ronnie: Now im walking down the streets in the downtown of this town Everything is burned what we´ve built on higher level wisdom Hear of feel the choirs, never bring the weight that you can´t Handle , life like order itself just like swaying cradles Under bed we hiding box full of reasons and the luxuries Something bigger than the anger growing down inside of me At the end of all roads we´ll shake the hands to each other I sculpted heart of stone so why am I still bothered? So what would you wanted for a little piece of dried bread?! They rather will preapare the guillotine for your neck That little girl never knew she nailed herself on the cross Nothing getting better so lets finish it to the worse Your ideas are dead! Chorus: Rosaries! They never helped me through Why would i stay? Or better i should go? Maybe on the cross, you´ll find your misery Why would i stay? Or better i should go? Bridge: So fuck you, let me see your insides! Grow up! Dont be too proud when you still drowning in your mud! Now go pray to your God! SammyBoy: Forgive me my father, and forgive me my mother I tried to be good enough and soon i´ll send you letters R: I can feel it, it hurts so bad In your eyes i can leave to rest SammyBoy: The purpose of your life was that you wanted me so tugh I´ve always been so selfish and that thing´s now burned me rough R: I can feel it, it hurts so bad In your eyes i can leave to rest SammyBoy: So please stop crying! I don´t wanna see you crying! Chorus: Rosaries! They never helped me through Why would i stay? Or better i should go? Maybe on the cross, you´ll find your misery Why would i stay? Or better i should go?