Segunda guerra mundial
I`m waiting in my cold cell
when the bell begin`s to chime
reflecting on my pastlife and
it doesn`t have much time cuz at 5 o`clock
they take me to the gallows pole
the sands of time for me are running lowMutherfuckas!!!!
running low
When the priest come`s to read me the last rites
i take look trhough the bars at the last sightsof a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be that there`s some sort of error
hard to stop the surmounting terroris it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that i`m dreaming
it`s not easy to stop from screaming
but wordsescape me when i try to speak
Tears they flow but why am i crying
after all i`m not afraid of dying
don`t belive that there neveris an end
As the guards march me out of the courtyard
someone calls from a cell: "god be with you"
if there`s an god why has he letme die!!!
As i walk through the drifts before me
and though the end is near i``m not sorry
catch my soul cos it`s willing fly awayMark my words belive my soul lives on
please don`t worry now that ihave gone
i`ve gone beyond to seek the trouthWhen you know that your time is at close hand
maybe then you begin to understand why
letra de system of down
wake up
(wake up)
Grab a brush and put on a little make up
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