Lurking, he knows your face He waits and bides his time Mind clocks your every move Till you step out of line Stalking streets by night Pushing guns by day He knows it isn't right But he wants to make his name He's working harder Gotta make another, make another martyr (Chorus) Hide your eyes They are moving closer But you know you're not allowed to look them in the face Hide your eyes Coz you're the loser Before you even start to run you've lost the race You'll never know the place Until your time has come It'll be a sunny day Until his work is done Doesn't care what pain you feel Can't see your mother's tears As she counts the cost of the life that's lost And twenty wasted years Gone and made another, made another martyrTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
