I hear, I hear the broadcast They're stitching our future up with their past Heart's beat, beat with a violence This Lead heavy silence wont let you breathe.
Still the words dont say what you want to say, It's like they ricochet and the return home. Try you're hand with a battleplan, Its what they understand, they'll never learn no.
Soldier, the panic is over Take the fight off your shoulders, You might collapse under the load You take the weight, they break the code Your still young, your eyes are old I think it's time we hit the breaks and fall away, fall away, fall away.
Still the words dont say what you want to say, It's like they ricochet and the return home. Try you're hand with a battleplan, Its what they understand, they'll never learn no, And if we all keep storming the barricades Just like a tidal wave thats on the run.
All thrones must fall someday, And the ghosts who guard the palace gates, Are there to separate and keep the gods out the gutters.
(outro) So if we have everything Here in our hands now, Why is it we still keep on reaching out for more nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
