Letra da Música Seven Days de Royal Hunt

7 days to build this "perfect" world,
so beautifully unfolded...fat baby on your lap.
7 signs before you'd lose your cool,
obnoxious, pompous fool?
I'd say you're full of crap.
So you're still selling that Paradise skam?...
while keeping a hell of a poker face.

Well, nothing's really changing at all, so I'll be damned, boy :
thank you for those 7 priceless days.

Please, don't be a stranger, look inside my life.
Full of it? As you are...with a touch of pride
Cut me wide, wide open, rip me up inside...
What's the matter? Busy? Blinded by the light?

Zooming in on the shores of Paradise...
Billboards're full of lies - unchaining gates of hell.
Tears of joy on salesman's pretty face...
He's screwing us with grace -
I hope I'll live to tell

Hell or heaven - the same merry-go-round.
Pieces of one puzzle – cut 'n' paste.
Tell me, is this really the best way which you've found?
while sitting on that holy ground,
wearing that shiny, golden crown
for 7 unforgettable days?

7 deadly sins – those remarkable days...