Too Young کے بول

I'm too young for the hammer on my shoulder Too young for the gun at my side Standing at a door that's moulded over Could this emotion rid me of the tide I've seen the colour drain as they get older Their prejudice so grey in their eyes The box they put me in has fallen over I've got no need for sleep, I'm just tired I've got no need for sleep, I'm just tired We're all in need of This opportunity To take the obstacles Once hereditary I believe in the freedom That exists here inside I'm too young for the hammer on my shoulder Too young for the gun at my side Standing at a door that's moulded over Could this emotion rid me of the tide I'm too young for the hammer on my shoulder Too young for the gun at my side Standing at a door that's moulded over Can this emotion rid me of the tide Can this emotion rid me of the tide Can this end now