What's the going price For following the footsteps Of those who only see in shades of white
Choose your path of hate Make sure you do your part It's life or death or maybe wrong from right
The ides of march become you Supremacy once more Walk like roman warriors of old
Six shots from your weapon Settle your bloody score Then run just like a rat into the cold
Criminals, call your shot Judgement passed, make your plot Healing hands, go on being strong Your uphill fight is long
Take your sacred stand Defend your sacred cause Life through tainted eyes is all you see
Single fire trigger But you said it got away Eleven years and then you're walking free
Do you see the silhouette In the window He's looking at your sad pathetic face
He shows no expression He lifts a steady hand And points a ghostly finger at your face
Criminals, call your shot Judgement passed, make your plot Healing hands, go on being strong Your uphill fight is long
I hear the call of many lost souls Trying to harvest buried truth Voiceless under the frozen winter ground Is there nothing we can doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
