A Messy State کے بول

Halo breaks A memory of tongue ties Bitter taste Of conversations unwrapped When we talk about the rules I want to know Whether we swear to a law or a gun Punishment The sentiment a bomb blast Cursed in place To never raise above class When we talk about the rules I want to know Whether they take With a law or a gun Oh well, I guess, no wonder the fight in our eyes is fading Oh well, I guess, that all that's left is to work or die What remains The owners ate our profits Poor as slaves We must remove their safe nets When we talk about the rules I want to know Whether we take With a law or a gun Oh well, I guess, no wonder the light in our eyes is fading Oh well, I guess, that all that's left is fight or hide Oh well, I guess no wonder the light in our eyes is fading Oh well, I guess all that's left is to fight or hide