He loves me, he loves me not
It’s either ice cold or it’s scorching hot
These hands; have fired guns, have murdered men
They say all his lovers tends to die young
Guess I could’ve been one of them
He always greets me «Shalom»
But there never was
And probably never will..
Be peace in his dark kingdom
He loves me, he loves me not
Either ice cold, or scorching hot
Doomed from the start
Still we took the shot
Broken boys, turned into dangerous men
The ones our mamas warned about
»Don’t get involved with them»
Still, that broken boy
He’s still somewhere in there
Desperate to be loved, seen, understood
All those feelings I’ve felt too
There’s many of us
That carries wounds from a disturbed and troubled childhood
These hands; Have beaten, tortured, killed
And still, I let him touch me
How can I defend
that I am capable of understanding
These broken boys that turned into dangerous men
When I lock eyes with myself in the mirror
I can catch a glimpse of buried hate and rage
I could be one of them..
Yeah, I think I’m one of them..
So baby, here we go again
»Shalom»
There never was and probably never will
be peace in our dark kingdom
Peace in our dark kingdom
Broken girls, sometimes turns into dangerous women
Just like broken boys can turn into dangerous men
I don’t want to, but maybe I am
Don’t want to, but sometimes I am
One of them..
I’m one of them
So what can we say, but greet each other «Shalom»
There never was, never will be
Never was, never could be
Peace.. In our kingdom..