A General کے بول

Tonight I saw your true face Vindictive A language of your reaction And thank you for returning my faith in what I believed in It nearly went in vain While you took aim So when you wake tomorrow with no one left to crucify You know that you'll still feel afraid The way you woke up this morning, today That's right I saw your true face Or rather A representative of hatred Don't you fight your own wars? A general saluting yourself for yesterday While you think about your prey I hope for your sake you work out your problem lies within Your tortured mindset you put out So where's your violin?