كلمات Spoiled

Spoiled children soon to fall Freedom is the lie we live We will wait for tragedy And scatter helpless to the fire Sorry for ourselves Sorry for the things we've seen No one cries for help Waiting for the fire When all our toys are burning All these empty urges must be satisfied Acted outside Precious strength to turn the game to history Giving up, I'm blown away He said all I had to say The final days have come and gone Safe inside; there's nothing wrong Nothing in these words Sorry force of habit Could it be way over my head? Helpless to describe it Could it be way over my head? Helpless to describe it Could it be way over my head? Helpless to describe it Dumb & cruel Cut before it's grown Lies so forced in bored control It learned all that it cares to know