Testo di The Wind Will Change

Victim, he suffers of his own hands With thoughts that refuse To listen or choose All of the harrowing days He fought in vain All the faces, the people The prisons he laid But one day soon the wind will change Son of a bitch... It better Humor me mister, my story is true The names have not been changed Dare not they have a clue I've held all they begged hold me Drew their names in circled hearts Stood beside fire 'till it burned me to the core But one day soon the wind will change Son of a bitch... It better In my hands I've held diamonds Dropped them on command But the voice had no body When I turned the gems were gone A promise is simple with love I must believe My denial brings fortunes to liars and thieves