Lyrics:

I have dreams of better times to come
I'd like to voice them show how my feelings run
Black clouds there to trip me up
False horizons there to mix you up
You're caught and frenzied behind your front door
You know the score

Psycho-babble metal mystery
Setting fire to forgotten history

Every dog has it's day
Chewing on razorblades
But you can't teach a zealot how to pray

You're always sucking up and spitting down
Brains to burn and a head that's underground
But all in all you know you just don't care
Those hollow voices can't make you scared
Follow the rhythm of metal mystery

Every dog has it's day
Chewing on razorblades
But you can't teach a zealot how to pray

Black clouds there to trip you up
False horizons there to mix you up
Follow the rhythm of metal mystery

I've wasted time in places you've never been
I've sweated blood over people who are not my scene

Every dog has it's day
Chewing on razorblades
But you can't teach a zealot how to pray

Every dog has it's day
Chewing on razorblades
But you can't teach a zealot how to pray