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Was it already there in the woumb?
Were we pulled out way too soon?
Were we quiet too long? Were we too small?
Or were we dropped on the floor?
Could it be something we ate?
Did they let us stay up too late?
Were there not enough rules?
Did we get too much love?
Was it something they taught us in school?
īCause inside something badīs awakened
The evil opens itīs eyes
The temperīs rising and the house is shaking
To get out is no longer an option
These are the deeds of the beast
Weīre the kids who wanna play with the dead
(Woah-woah!)
We must have lost our minds
īcause we might lose our heads
Weīre the kids who wanna play with the dead
(Woah-woah!)
See us, pretty brides, and the evil we wed
Oh Lord, we play with the dead
Was it something we saw on TV?
The films that were gross and obscene?
Is it the clothes and the black-dyed hair,
Or were we just not aware
The must have been some dangerous toys
And the music sings of murderous ploys
Itīs not like we did not have a choice
Backward masking gives the devil a voice
Now we wanna play with the dead
We lose our heads
Oh Lord, now we play with the dead
Translate to:
Was it already there in the woumb?
Were we pulled out way too soon?
Were we quiet too long? Were we too small?
Or were we dropped on the floor?
Could it be something we ate?
Did they let us stay up too late?
Were there not enough rules?
Did we get too much love?
Was it something they taught us in school?
īCause inside something badīs awakened
The evil opens itīs eyes
The temperīs rising and the house is shaking
To get out is no longer an option
These are the deeds of the beast
Weīre the kids who wanna play with the dead
(Woah-woah!)
We must have lost our minds
īcause we might lose our heads
Weīre the kids who wanna play with the dead
(Woah-woah!)
See us, pretty brides, and the evil we wed
Oh Lord, we play with the dead
Was it something we saw on TV?
The films that were gross and obscene?
Is it the clothes and the black-dyed hair,
Or were we just not aware
The must have been some dangerous toys
And the music sings of murderous ploys
Itīs not like we did not have a choice
Backward masking gives the devil a voice
Now we wanna play with the dead
We lose our heads
Oh Lord, now we play with the dead