Texty: Cradle Of Filth. Bitter Suites To Succubi. No Time To Cry.

It's just a feeling, I get sometimes
A feeling, sometimes
And I get frightened, just like you
I get frightened too, but it's

(No, no, no)
No time for heartache
(No, no, no)
No time to run and hide

(No, no, no)
No time for breaking down
(No, no, no)
No time to cry

Sometimes in the world as is you've
Got to shake the hand that feeds you
It's just like Adam says
It's not so hard to understand

It's just like always coming down on
Just like Jesus never came and
What did you expect to find
It's just like always here again it's

(No, no, no)
No time for heartache
(No, no, no)
No time to run and hide

(No, no, no)
No time for breaking down
(No, no, no)
No time to cry

Everything will be alright
Everything will turn out fine
Some nights I still can't sleep
And the voices pass with time and I keep

Everything will be alright
Everything will turn out fine
Some nights I still can't sleep
And the voices pass with time and I keep

No time for tears
No time to run and hide
No time to be afraid of fear
I keep no time to cry

(No, no, no)
No time for heartache
(No, no, no)
No time to run and hide

(No, no, no)
No time for breaking down
(No, no, no)
No time to cry