Four minutes left in the game to play Since that day in forty-five we've never had a say Was it solution to combat the right? Or just to stay ahead in the never-ending fight The president's plaything in the name of Manhattan Just another Hiroshima for him to flatten The protest signs are spread across the earth But will the protests pay their worth? They keep us at bay with piles of businessmen's excuses Planning hard, they've got us bored, but our blood will run like juices How long left now? The hands tick by Will we get our answers to what, where or why? Who'll press the button? Who'll start the war? Who'll survive the slaughter? Who'll perish on the floor? The part you play in this fucked up set leads to the overhead threat you'll never forget The times up now, no protest crowd Just have you got your final shroud? It's coming now. Now! Now! Now!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
