Clocks
Prestige
The hate will not stop flowingThe blood will not stop running through my veinsYou can bury me, but you can't bury fear itselfI will not die for my sinsThe moon will not bleedLocusts will not appearThe words "Come hither" will never beGod is a muteHe is a mute magician that the people want to seePledge your lifeTurn it aroundIn the end, it all means nothingIt all means nothingBurn the book that is the screenplay for their perfect endCan't you see that your people are begging for mercy?You kill them from the inside outGo
From Letras Mania