Текст: The Start. Christian, Christian.

vague feeling of dread
dreamt what's his name was dead
or maybe was Christian
can't tell you though

Christian, Christian, line 'em up for the witch hunt
Christian, Christian, will it be sink or swim?
Christian, Christian, you and yours like the wolf pack
Christian, Christian, moving in for the kill

the needles, i dream
of keeping them so clean
we'll finish what we have
we're finished

Christian, Christian, line 'em up for the witch hunt
Christian, Christian, will it be sink or swim?
Christian, Christian, you and yours like the wolf pack
Christian, Christian, moving in for, moving in for, moving in for the kill


there was blood on the walls
and hospitality needles
when he thought he was losing
was when I knew that he had won
there won't be blood on my hands
for things I never believed in
I'll admit I'm the loser
please just send me home

Christian, Christian, line 'em up for the witch hunt
Christian, Christian, will it be sink or swim?
Christian, Christian, you and yours like the wolf pack
Christian, Christian, moving in for the kill