Critical
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist
Of cyanide in his little gift
Experimental beings no longer match
So, what's the catch?
The seas are empty, seize the drink
Seize the day, he who sees his ego
May not see through, may not see you
But I see through him
I see through him
The subject of history in space and time
There is nothing left, it goes far beyond
The master stroke of the terrorist
Brains and moves without prejudice
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist
Of cyanide in his little gift
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist
Of cyanide in his little gift
Experimental beings no longer match
So, what's the catch?
The seas are empty, seize the drink
Seize the day, he who sees his ego
May not see through, may not see you
But I see through him
I see through him
The subject of history through space and time
There is nothing left, it goes far beyond
The master stroke of the terrorist
Brains and moves without prejudice
To the here and now
To the here and now
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist
Of cyanide in his little gift
In his little gift
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist
Of cyanide in his little gift
Experimental beings no longer match
So, what's the catch?
The seas are empty, seize the drink
Seize the day, he who sees his ego
May not see through, may not see you
But I see through him
I see through him
The subject of history in space and time
There is nothing left, it goes far beyond
The master stroke of the terrorist
Brains and moves without prejudice
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist
Of cyanide in his little gift
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist
Of cyanide in his little gift
Experimental beings no longer match
So, what's the catch?
The seas are empty, seize the drink
Seize the day, he who sees his ego
May not see through, may not see you
But I see through him
I see through him
The subject of history through space and time
There is nothing left, it goes far beyond
The master stroke of the terrorist
Brains and moves without prejudice
To the here and now
To the here and now
I always give my man the last word
I always give him what he deserves
But don't forget that little twist
Of cyanide in his little gift
In his little gift
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Writer(s): Annika Henderson, Martin Johannes Thulin
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