I have dreams of better times to come I'd like to voice them show how my feelings run Black clouds there to trip me up False horizons there to mix you up You're caught and frenzied behind your front door You know the score Psycho-babble metal mystery Setting fire to forgotten history Every dog has it's day Chewing on razorblades But you can't teach a zealot how to pray You're always sucking up and spitting down Brains to burn and a head that's underground But all in all you know you just don't care Those hollow voices can't make you scared Follow the rhythm of metal mystery Every dog has it's day Chewing on razorblades But you can't teach a zealot how to pray Black clouds there to trip you up False horizons there to mix you up Follow the rhythm of metal mystery I've wasted time in places you've never been I've sweated blood over people who are not my scene Every dog has it's day Chewing on razorblades But you can't teach a zealot how to pray Every dog has it's day Chewing on razorblades But you can't teach a zealot how to pray