Outsider کے بول

Look the man passing the road Telling how your days used to be Always riding on his wild horse It’s hard to know who’s the man or the beast He knows our weakness As if he didn’t know what it means He plays with fire! Which don’t burns like it seems? He was leaving pieces of he used to be Along the long road He can tell a lazy story until you sleep And he can take everything from your soul Look the man passing the road Telling how your days used to be Always riding on his wild horse It’s hard to know who’s the man or the beast He plays with fire! Which don’t burns like it seems? He was leaving pieces of he used to be Along the long road He can tell a lazy story until you sleep And he can take everything from your soul He was leaving pieces of he used to be Along the long road He can tell a lazy story until you sleep And he can take everything from your soul Everything of your soul He was leaving pieces of he used to be Along the long road He can tell a lazy story until you sleep And he can take everything from your soul Everything from your soul Everything from you!