Kill The Old, Torture Their Young کے بول

Open your eye, turn your back away from me Sensations, collapse under broken hearts When times light, just when you fall asleep And I thought to fly away And clear my heart and die That's just what I thought today And I thought, to smile away And sell fire and die That's just what I thought today Where now? I'll get back I'll get back Where now? I'll get back I'll get back Where now? (something's wrong), I'll get back I'll get back Where now? (something's wrong), I'll get back I'll get back Hey, hey