كلمات Cruel Times

Cruel times When the glow of city light Burns slowly Cruel times When a wordless lullaby Controls me First our land Then it’s off with their heads Blame the poor ones With no self respect Then you'll wash your hands of it In poison rain Cruel times When a wordless lullaby Controls me Hours turn to days Like gunpowder turns to smoke Devouring the rays Like sunflowers til you choke Cowards used to hide behind the system Now it’s broke It’s just another symptom Of this death we’re dying slow We’re in over our heads Deep rain in the gutter So let’s take our time Now that the fire’s smothered It’s strange How we do it to ourselves This masochism Where we sink our kids in prison cells Maybe we’re lost Clipped wings of an albatross Or maybe that’s just the cost Cruel times When a wordless lullaby Controls me