Pale کے بول

Down Pulled down Pulled down by the current Into the ocean of misery Dragged out by the mainstream Washed out by the waves Of convenience and compliancy Time has dyed your substance pale Time, won't dye my substance pale One path for me through destiny And I will tread it till the blood red end Because I stand in the shelter Of the strength of my lord I stand in the shelter Of the strength of my lord I'm looking at you, with the yawning jaws of Normalcy stretched wide beneath your stride What's your plan to save your ass From the 9 to 5 scam? Without a lifelong movement, Without a spiritual society, There ain't no sanctuary from popular insanity Or will you just add the death toll?