Never Sleeps کے بول

Never Sleeps (verse I) Rage In one who longs to kill you Let it out Pain Is what this hurt soul brings you Without a doubt Longing to kill, crucify See the hate in their eyes Nothing you have done to them, Save the color of your skin (chorus) Hate is born The innocent cry Hate is born They all will die Hate is born The mother weeps Hate is born It never sleeps (verse II) Death Is what is here to greet you Turn and run Lead Sticks into your back From their gun You long to live, in blood soaked cries But this is a right that they deny Nothing have you done to them, But they don't care: "murder him." (1 John 2:11)