Providence کے بول

Count the lights on empty souls Quietly behind the doors Of bleeding us just for fun Men of power telling lies Shifty hands and thirsty eyes And they can smell your fear like blood Oh my weary soul We've met your kind before Set fire to us all And oh sweet providence Come save us from ourselves From Hell and consequence Feed the rich and kill the poor Turn out the lights and just ignore What's going on outside Beating hearts of the depraved We've turned their people into slaves And we've given up before we've even tried And oh my weary soul We've met your kind before Set fire to us all And oh sweet providence Come save us from ourselves From Hell and consequence And oh my weary soul We've met your kind before Set fire to us all And oh sweet providence Come save us from ourselves From Hell and consequence And oh my weary soul (Oh my weary soul) Oh my weary soul (Oh my weary soul) And oh sweet providence Come save us from ourselves From Hell and consequence