|
Where are they now, these giants of my dreams |
|
The ones that seek to kill me? |
|
They run and hide, they see the fire behind my eyes |
|
And they feel the anger that boils beneath my skin |
|
Come out, come out |
|
Come out and say something real |
|
Come out 'cause I feel the apathy in this air tonight |
|
Do you hear the wind? |
|
The trees whispering their deepest fears to me |
|
They can feel the fire burning at their limbs |
|
Burning at their limbs, burning at their limbs |
|
The voice of anger, it screams in the wind |
|
The voice of anger blows in the wind |
|
Do you hear the sound of the nothing |
|
Of everything tossed by the wind? |
|
The sound of the war drums beating on |
|
In the war for the hearts of every man, of every tongue |
|
I see them coming down on the clouds, the clouds of black |
|
The clouds of war, clouds of war |
|
I see it creeping in, I feel it creeping in |
|
I feel the apathy creeping in |
|
Where is your fire? Where is your anger? |
|
Where is your blood? |
|
Where is your fire? Where is your anger? |
|
Where is your blood? |
|
Where is your fire? Where is your anger? |
|
Where is your blood? |
|
Where is your fire? Where is your anger? |
|
Where is your blood? |
|
Where is your fire? Where is your anger? |
|
Where is your fire? Where is your anger? |
|
Where is your fire? |
