Ten stories below, God forsaken hole His heart pounds at an alarming rate With his pistol he sits, side by side With a building hate
Surrounded by the power to destroy the world To make it just a memory keeps him in turmoil Though it keeps him on the edge of his sanity When his shift is over he'll once again be free
Through diligent training he's earned the right To sit in the seat of red With button to match at arms length He touches with outstretched hand Palms of sweat and itchy finger He sits and bides his time No time to ponder, unexpected alarm The colored light flashes the sign
Opening the book and entering the code The gates are locked, the doors are shut, blocking off the roads Tension is growing, excitement in the air This feeling familiar but this insanity is rare
Assassins game is over, no more he will play The sun has subsided it's a cloudy day The testing is over, the last one for real The waiting is over, these wound will not heal
When darkness overcomes the sky and clouds begin to bleed You'll find yourself not knowing, fate's warning you must heed The judgment day upon you, from fear you must refrain Find the deepest shelter to guard you from the rainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
