Shutdown

Lyrics

"Red three six, this is red three six, Charlie, over." "This is read three six, over." "Roger, we are taking automatic weapons fire from our right flank." "Dear God, what is it you will have me do?" "Dear God-" "Dear God, what is it you will have me do?" He watches them They don't look back He was chosen But he's getting old No one understands him He wants to be noticed Too late for regrets It's too late for regrets Nervous hands A trembling heart Evil eyes Bloodstained hands Lost again Inside Wait 'til you catch me But then it's too late He just watches them They don't look back He was chosen But he's getting old Heck He was chosen But now he's getting old He watches them They don't look back He was chosen But he's getting old