The little ones We gotta control all the little ones All the little ones We'll take the souls of the little ones And that might be you
Confess your sins of sorrow Get on your knees and pray Don't sell your souls on the open market 'Cause there will be hell to pay
We're gonna burn We're gonna burn this down There's no return In all the words we vow
If I am the king, then you might be my fancy
The little ones We gotta control all the little ones All the little ones We'll take the souls of the little ones And that might be you
We don't believe it's over The seasons of the dead Just sell your souls for the lowest bargain The price will be on your head
We're not alone We're gonna bring you down We'll take control The new king is crowned
If I am the king, then you might be my fancy
The little ones We gotta control all the little ones All the little ones We'll take the souls of the little ones And that might be you
The little ones We gotta control all the little ones All the little ones We'll take the souls of the little ones And that might be you The little ones We gotta control all the little ones All the little ones We'll take the souls of the little ones And that might be youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
