All The Rain کے بول

If God don't make mistakes Pulling the weeds from the ground As they're growing up And over the streets of the city And I can't play it straight Cause I don't know if it matters You try to stay calm As they break your head all is silent All the rain coming down Little iron will Pushing against the world What you hope to gain Is the same as what you're losing Like a parasite Living off somebody's life All you take from someone else Give yourself away