Текст песни Iced Earth - Colors
Iced Earth - Colors слова песни
Walking in the subwayAlone late at nightNew York City gangsEverywhere in sightYou feel their anger upon youYou feel their hatefull eyesWalk a little faster nowYou`re fighting for your lifeAs they walk on closerA sign that you board soonYou`ve come this far, no turning backWe hope you make it tooDon`t expect, sympathyWe don`t know, the wordYou walked my turf, insanityBut in this place you dieYour life is wastedYour blood is tastedAs it drips down the bladeYou didn`t make itYou couldn`t take itYou walked the subway you paidYour money`s goneYour clothes they`re tornYou`re lying in a pool of bloodYou know you`re leavingWe watch you grievingBut in this place you dieDon`t expect sympathyWe don`t know the wordYou walked my turf, insanityBut in this place you die