Shot to Pieces - The Gathering
What fine judgement I see
In the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
If it hadn't been shot to pieces
Shot to pieces
What secret music do I hear
Upon the drums of my ear
I come from nowhere
Drums of my ear
I come from nowhere
What great pleasure I feel
I come from nowhere and I shall return
Because of you people I will flee
I see my late identity burn
I come from nowhere
I come from nowhere
I come from nowhere
I come from nowhere
What great pleasure I feel
What great pleasure I feel
What great pleasure I feel
What great pleasure I feel
What great pleasure I feel
What great pleasure I feel
What great pleasure I feel
What great pleasure I feel
