Fly on the Windscreen - Komor Kommando, Jonas Groth

Death is everywhere

There are flies on the windscreen

For a start

Reminding us

We could be torn apart

Tonight

Death is everywhere

There are lambs for the slaughter

Waiting to die

And I can sense

The hours slipping by

Tonight

Come here, kiss me, now

Come here, kiss me, now

Death is everywhere

The more I look

The more I see

The more I feel

A sense of urgency

Tonight

Come here, kiss me, now

Come here, kiss me, now

There are flies on the windscreen

There are lambs for the slaughter

There are flies on the windscreen

Come here, kiss me, now

Come here, kiss me, now

Come here, kiss me, now

Come here, kiss me, now