Choir Of Young Believers Patricia's Thirst
In a split second of red
And very well thought of ahead
With a machine gun and legs spread
You let the world know what's ahead
You're sleepwalking while you dream of running
Sleepwalking while you dream of running
Thinking about Patricia Hearst
Now that you spit is our thirst
You realize that your dream is dead
Reflections never came too late
Never brought fire to your mouth
You never listen, never shout
With a machine gun and legs spread
You let the world know what's ahead
You're sleepwalking while you dream of running
Sleepwalking while you dream of running