Mould Songtext / Lyric

Why do you think people are scared

Mould, mould

Is their reason to be afraid

Mould, mould



Let's turn this into gold



Ran out of freedom

Ran out of wisdom

Ran out of ... ran out of freedom

Ran out of wisdom, ran out...



Should we ban these influences



Ran out of freedom

Ran out of wisdom

Ran out of ... ran out of freedom

Ran out of wisdom, ran out...

Ran out of reason now






All is coming to the crowd

They believe whatever people shout

And tonight all the angels cry

They just try to survive without asking why



Cruel beasts join the party now

I see them, I feel them

Drinking blood from the

Crowd, somehow

I see them. I feel them

Cruel beasts join the party now

I see them, I feel them

Sucking on the mess that

They find inside our heads



All is coming to the crowd

They believe whatever people shout

And tonight all the angels cry

They just try to survive without asking why



But tonight only evil thoughts control

Mould, mould

Yes, tonight all your angels are too slow