Your words, empty and hollow
It's not easy from your tone
It's not hard to disguise the bullets from your gun
as the blood on your hands runs to the ground
Can you wash it away with a mother's tears?
Oh, I believe
We're going down
Oh, I believe
we're going down
Your words, petty and shallow
slip easy to the ears
It's not hard to hide the missiles at your command
With your blood-stained hands around the throat
of anyone and everything that gets in your way
Oh, I believe
We're going down
Oh, I believe
We're going down
Say your prayers
Say your prayers
Say your prayers
Say your prayers
I believe we're going down
Yes, I believe we're going down
I believe we're going down
Yes, I believe we're going down
Say your prayers
Say your prayers
Say your prayers
Say your prayers

INVIA LE CORREZIONI