Dark Sunday - Hocico

It’s 4 AM, I’m ready to kill

The streets are paved with blood‚ the Earth stands still

The clock is ticking for fortune and fame

The total darkness‚ voices calling my name

I open the window‚ the voices get loud

My knife is shining, all demons out

You are my victim, I’ll eat your soul

Your pain is my pleasure‚ darkness is my home

I’m not a human, I’m just a murderer

God killed my faith

I’m not a human, I’m just a murderer

God killed my faith

It’s 4 AM‚ the birthday of death

The wounds start to bleed, let’s celebrate

I crush your body, look in my face

You’re going to hell, just feel my rage

I open the window, the voices get loud

My knife is shining, all demons out

You are my victim, I’ll eat your soul

Your pain is my pleasure, darkness is my home

There is no god here today

There is no god

There is no god here today

There is no god

There is no god here today

There is no god

There is no god here today

There is no god

I’m made to murder, I’m made to kill

It’s a dark dark Sunday

Your lips whisper a name, you’re in hell

'Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday

Pain is pleasure for me, I have no mercy

It’s a dark dark Sunday

God gave man free will, God gave man free will

'Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday

Dark Sunday

Dark Sunday

Dark Sunday

Dark Sunday

I’m made to murder, I’m made to kill

It’s a dark dark Sunday

Your lips whisper a name, you’re in hell

'Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday

Pain is pleasure for me, I have no mercy

It’s a dark dark Sunday

God gave man free will, God gave man free will

'Cause it’s a dark dark Sunday