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Watching the World letra


I’ll wait until my lungs are still
I'm writing up my final will
And every breath I take will turn to dust
Like bones under the bastard Sun
A shaking hand a loaded gun and all the train cars slowly turn to rust
Oh, your choking down your final bitter pill

I'm sitting on top a hill, sitting on top of a hill to watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
Watch the world burn

No stopping till you reach the goal of saving every sorry soul
A priest is just a salesman dressed in black
And the words a falling from your pen you might not speak them out again
But you sure as hell can’t ever take them back

Oh, your sweating bullets only standing still

I'm sitting on top a hill, sitting on top of a hill to watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
Watch the world burn

I’ll wait until my lungs are still
I'm writing up my final will
And every breath I take will turn to dust
And the bones are showing neith your skin
You’ll never see your home again
Your broken bones are scattered in the mud
Oh, your choking down your final bitter pill

No stopping till you reach the goal
Of a million sheep in to the fold
A priest is just a shepherd dressed in black
And the words are falling from your pen
You’ll never speak them out again
And your words will have you strung up on the rack

And your sweating bullets only standing still

I'm sitting on top a hill, sitting on top of a hill to watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
Watch the world burn

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