Weak Generation کے بول

I`ve sent away my guardian angel now I share my flesh with anyone I can its the season of deception queen of beauty give me your hand I`m the weak generation, beckoned by pleasures of hell raise me above the torment or hide inside the shell I`m racing the light ´cos I am the darkness fear for tomorrow wont reach our land winds of the future among the blind men knowledge wont ever reach our hand fusions are made just to be frail its the moment of truth Ill tell you more lies my lonely heart grown to ignorance still I sometimes cry at night Id use some of that sweet love before the reckoning day forgive me my sons and daughters, I guess I couldn`t show you the way I´m racing the light ´cos I am the darkness fear for tomorrow wont reach our land winds of the future among the blind men knowledge wont ever reach our hand I´m the weak generation, beckoned by pleasures of hell raise me above the torment or hide inside the shell I`m racing the light ´cos I am the darkness fear for tomorrow wont reach our land winds of the future among the blind men knowledge wont ever reach our hand