Civil servants, look over your flock Hallowed heroes path to walk Listen to his word my friend Only here to help you mend Never try to dominate The sculptor's hands hold the clay And if you please come inside Wipe you clean with emotions dry Build you up to tear you down Born to break the crown God forgive me for my sins In the game of life no one wins
You are the one who pulls my strings There's nowhere to fly with broken wings Civil servants, look over your flock Empty heroes, empty talk I close my eyes and understand A guiding light is through his hand Lose every part of what was me To make way for this to be And when the curtains thunder down Freedom choked and bound See clouds of sorrow in the sky Now I am him and he is I God forgive me for my sins In the game of life no one wins You are the one who pulls my strings There's nowhere to fly with broken wingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
