Letra de Watching from the Shadows

Sudden silent They've come to kill Playing those crafty games Pretending to be your friend But I ain't one to play for the life of me I won't bow to them For the matter of nobody Fickle friends in society Broken jeans are made into reality I prefer to stay at the back of the room Watching from the shadows Waiting for the right time Watching from the shadows Waiting for the right time Watching from the shadows Waiting for the right time Watching from the shadows Waiting for the right time