Candidate کے بول

Forced by the pressure, the territory's marked No longer the pleasure, oh, I've since lost the heart Corrupted from memory, no longer the power It's creeping up slowly, that last fatal hour Oh, I don't know what made me or what gave me the right To mess with your values and change wrong to right Please keep your distance, the trail leads to here There's blood on your fingers brought on by fear I campaigned for nothing, I worked hard for this I tried to get to you, you treat me like this It's just second nature, it's what we've been shown We're living by your rules, that's all that we know I tried to get to you I tried to get to you I tried to get to you Oh, how I tried to get to you