كلمات 1810

Wasting time all the people you said were right In a life that was out of sight from what happened in here You were born with a purpose or so it's sworn Is it worthless to feel so torn about what happened in here I'll be sure the poisons pure at night All these rows of soldiers fall in line Lighted traps or a fixture of autocrats But their birthright is soon to lapse from what happened in here Cinder blocks in a cascade of falling rocks Set along from the aftershock of what happened in here I'll be sure the poisons pure at night All these rows of soldiers fall in line Without words to guide you worth in time I will not let it go I've been hanging out I know I'll wait a while to go