When We Pray - Warrel Dane
歌曲信息
歌曲名：When We Pray
歌手：Warrel Dane
所属专辑：Praises To The War Machine
发行时间：2008-06-10
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When We Pray - Warrel Dane 文本歌词
Is it insane to think the world could change
Just look at how far that we have fallen
I am a slave
I feed the fire
I am a pawn
Within this world gone so wrong
If your enemy looked you in the eyes
Would you pull the switch
Would you suffer for your chosen victim
Or justify your will to feed the rich
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
Look at the game that we have chosen
Is it so wrong that we all want the death bombs
I am a slave
I feed the fire
I am a pawn
Within this world gone so wrong
If your finger was above the trigger would it itch
With eyes cut out the path is cold and resistant
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
The world is dark and the world is gray
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
There were times when
I was feeling down
And I was on the edge
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
Just look at how far that we have fallen
I am a slave
I feed the fire
I am a pawn
Within this world gone so wrong
If your enemy looked you in the eyes
Would you pull the switch
Would you suffer for your chosen victim
Or justify your will to feed the rich
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
Look at the game that we have chosen
Is it so wrong that we all want the death bombs
I am a slave
I feed the fire
I am a pawn
Within this world gone so wrong
If your finger was above the trigger would it itch
With eyes cut out the path is cold and resistant
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
The world is dark and the world is gray
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
There were times when
I was feeling down
And I was on the edge
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
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