Due Time کے بول

Unclean souls seek the divine Earthly pleasures so unkind Won't you take away This pain from a tattered life Don't you heal and help us find Faded memories have died All that haunts us is alive Walk us through the gates And show us what to find Living darkness we are blind Lost our souls, seek the divine Earthly pleasures so unkind Hands are tied upon the wheel Beaten down, we shall not kneel Congregate, dominate, tied down tight, this is our time Dig your holes, you're made of gold Now you will learn how to die Ears will bleed, ignore your plead Your mind now anticipates death Pleasure to enforce on you for all of the gold That you kept Lost our souls, seek the divine Earthly pleasures so unkind Hands are tied to the wheel Wayward