Fire At Will کے بول

Stalking the shadows in search for a dream The dream of ne0n-nightmares From your guns they feed A target selected Coming up from behind Now the light of the city, it triggers his mind Behind corners like the judgment so unkind A target selected Left is a body undead So face it No one knows the one who dies It's never to be told Spinal chill, fire at will A will for more, printed to the core Left is a body undead The dawn approaches, it's killing his lust Beams of light ascend and penetrate his eyes Every second you're away, he's falling When the sun begins to fade, I'm mourning And as the shadow kills the light, I'm burning But the world won't stop, it keeps on turning