اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Take care of yourself, this is your story
Your voice is shakin' the walls, and they're crumbling down
But what can I do except stand here watching you
My fearful eyes are paralyzed with visions of tomorrows swept away
And someone's gonna get burned
We're leading ourselves down a blind alley
No one to watch over us as we stumble and fall
But what can I see, except all your history
A reaper grim sent saracens who cannot see the writing on the walls
And someone's gonna get burned
I see my christian brothers raising angry hands
And though they try show me, I still don't understand
‘Cause there's a war going on
And you're down in the streets
We’re clearing the way for a new order
Old ways are losing their hold, now we’ve opened our eyes
But what can I say, except godspeed anyway?
Our destiny has got to be, and later on they’ll judge you right or wrong
Think about what you’re doin!
Blind alley, you're going down a blind alley
Blind alley, you're going down a blind alley
