Weather Eye 歌词

Here in my hands I hold the reason for your pain Are you done with suffering, are you done with living for their sake? These saints hold smoking guns Be wary of their their lust for blood These cowards have chosen wrong No more bodies for their war Turn back, there is no turning back Walls made of roaches and people of glass Will you self reflect? Will you suffer your own fucking torture? Apathy Losing faith Suffering For their sake They're watching over They're watching over you I know something you don't know No one‘s watching over you They've got you right where they want you to be This is the hopelessness This is the frail in your bones Are you done with suffering Are you done with living for their sake?