كلمات Fate To Fatal

Get up, get out Oh! Oh! It's all in the way How a soul pours out the door on the road I'll get home safe If only all we raise are the scars and the roof I'll get home What men pray for What men cradle I run from fate to fatal I don't want to break a thing This time is so lost, it's so late I run all night Run with the unwanted waste as my poor kin I'll run on I'll get upset I don't want to break a thing If only all we raise are the scars and the roof I'll get home What men pray for What men cradle I run from fate to fatal Get up, get out Oh! Oh! It's all in the way I don't want to break it all