Letra de Shutdown

"Red three six, this is red three six Charlie, over. This is read three six, over. Roger, we are taking automatic weapons fire from our right flank." "Dear God, what is it you will have me do?" He watches them They don't look back He was chosen But he's getting old No one understands him, He wants to be noticed Too late for regrets It's too late for regrets. Nervous hands, A trembling heart, Evil eyes, Bloodstained hands. Lost again, inside Wait til you catch me, But then it's too late He just watches them They don't look back He was chosen But he's getting old He was chosen But now he's getting old. He watches them They don't look back He was chosen But he's getting old