Count the lights on empty souls Quietly behind the door Of bleeding us just for fun Men of power telling lies Shifty hands and thirsty eyes And they can smell your fear like blood
And Oh my weary soul We've met your kind before Set fire to us all And Oh sweet providence Come save us from ourselves From hell with consequence
Feed the rich and kill the poor Turn out the lights and just ignore What's going on out side Beating hearts of the depraved We've turned them people into slaves And we've given up before we've even tried
And Oh my weary soul We've met your kind before Set fire to us all And Oh sweet providence Come save us from ourselves From hell with consequence
And Oh my weary soul We've met your kind before Set fire to us all And Oh sweet providence Come save us from ourselves From hell with consequence
And Oh my weary soul And Oh my weary soul And Oh sweet providence Come save us from ourselves From hell in consequenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
