quinta-feira, 11 de outubro de 2012

Killing Spree.

Who's gonna be the last one to flee
When they finally start their killing spree?
Who's gonna speak loud and proud in the end
When you look around and see no friend?

When they break all the walls
That protect you from them all
And you find out that you're alone

Don't get surprise
cause your loneliness is right
And it has always been

You don't have iron chest, iron fists or iron friends
No one to risk for you
So forget all your pride, balance who was right
Or wait for God to do.