Stickman کے بول

The Stickman breaks the ice Brings all cold feelings forward A shifting sacrifice A little more to carry homeward The little crimes slip by Liquid loyalties re-incise And reaching for the feed They unearth a hidden greed [chorus] WHO DECIDES RIGHT AND WRONG? WHO DECIDES WHAT SHOULD BE SAID? I THINK I'LL NEVER SEE THE PATH AGAIN A fearless choice of words Sitting safe a world away Traffic is a blur And every coward has his say Chameleons test the air Oceans swell and overflow But the Stickman's everywhere Eras come and eras go [chorus] Those who remain true Will cut a path of their own Constant in the slew Weather judgments and missiles thrown Constant in the slew Weather judgments and missiles thrown Constant in the slew: To forge ahead and set the tone [chorus]