Besedila: Pop Evil. Lipstick on the Mirror. Ready or Not.

When the fire starts killing men,
They'll be a price upon our head.
Conspiracy on the Motherland,
While our Brothers end up dead.

Well, are you ready or not? Cuz here I come.
I'm without you, don't you live without.
Well, are you ready or not? Cuz here I come.
I am without you. One by one innocence lost.

We terrorize and victimize
The air in which we breathe.
We must compromise and sympathize
In order to achieve.

Well, are you ready or not? Cuz here I come.
I'm without you, don't you live without.
Well, are you ready or not? Cuz here I come.
I am without you. One by one innocence lost.


One by one we all fall down,
Get back up and touch the ground.
Some are lost and some are never found.
One day baby, you will see,
Just how love was meant to be - Innocence lost.

Alls lost when all lose hope.
Some find it impossible to cope.
Alls lost when all lose hope.
Some find it impossible to cope.

Ready or not? Cuz here I come.
I'm without you, don't you live without.
Well, are you ready or not? Cuz here I come.
I am without you. One by one innocence is
I am without you. One by one innocence is lost.