I see everything in blurs and shadows (Oh ho whoa)
But I can see you clearly defined
Why are all songs about love (Oh ho whoa)
I think somebody wrote that rule as a necessary line

Everybody marches to the beat of their own drum
But when you're in love things are ignored
Rules are made and broken (Oh ho whoa)

Why can't people sing about normal things
When the world has died and
Death flies on silver feathered wings

Love is gone
Chaos soars like a shadow of hate in the night.
Anarchy is normal in this world of hell!

Everybody marches to the beat of their own drum
But when you're in love things are ignored
Rules are made and broken (Oh ho whoa)

But when the tide have turned and peace has returned
I'll be there in the night.
Love is there but hate still lingers
Why do we feed it in the darkness?

The world has been broken once again
And death flies on silver feathered wings.