Ants

Ants in the dark
Dance in the park

Crawling, creeping in the mud
Down under the hands of god
Serving all the mothers thirst
Bleeding from the mothers birth

We await the fires flame
We´re not ashamed - no one´s to blame
There will be a rise after the fall

Sleeping, below the sun
Hunted - always on the run
Eating ourselves in misery
Throwing up the history

We await the fires flame
We´re not ashamed - no one´s to blame
There will be a rise after the fall

We wait for the sun to rise and
We´re the plague which we despise
We´re just pleasant when we lose it all

And we dance in the midnight moon
Here under a pale sky in the winds of doom

And we´re dancing in the midnight