Verse 1
I'm a stranger, know me as danger
man with an evil core
Try to touch me, try to ignore me
I'll gift you dead spore
Don't be annoying, be at point,
tell me about grace
Wait for special germination
in bakers dozen days
Chorus
Heaven in the hands even with potence
And burning hell around my head
Take a chance to stay in defense
When you lose something to get
Verse 2
Give me protection, show me direction
to doors to my backyard
All you have is empty
broken credit card
I'm not there but don't be scare
I watch you all-seeing eye
Howling loud and howling moan
on the midhight sky
Then chorus+guitar solo, and
Verse 3
I don't think that you consist
from you and your own soul
You prefer the dark side,
wherever you fall
Lay in dust 'cause you've got past
and nothing in nowhere
Keep the mask of lier
You like and used to wear
