Lirieke: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Weapon of Choice. Show Is About To Begin.

Your mind is ticking like a bomb
Your center grating in the fog
The pain will keep your senses quick
They crack your soul on the pavement

But all in all you can't disguise it
And all in all it's useless to fight it
The show's about to begin
Let's sit right back and crash it

This is the small roll of the dice
But everyone will have their vice
Senses grind right through their teeth
The madness sets in like concrete

But all in all you can't disguise it
And all in all it's useless to fight it
The show's about to begin
Let's sit right back and crash it


This life is pure fiction
No more reality
Your body's your affliction
Your soul cannot release

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh

Your mind is gripping in the dark
This broken light pulls us apart
Symphonic blues memories read
Your heart is pulling the last thread

But all in all you can't disguise it
And all in all it's useless to fight it
The show's about to begin
Let's sit right back and crash it