Testo Things To Come

War between races war between lies
War between something that lays deep inside
The deadlies one hides in the dead of fire
How many must slave before we realize
How many must slave before we realize
I cought a glimpse of things to come
I was once dead
I cought a glimpse of things to come One man steps and launch his explosives
I cought a glimpse of things to come

It falls on you and it falls on me
Outside the church the streets are wet its halft past three
When you get the move steady cause nothing good is out to get
Somebody wounded blood on the front seat its the beginning of the end
God bless the day and family and friends

I cought a glimpse of things to come
I was once dead
I cought a glimpse of things to come
One man steps and launch his explosives
I cought a glimpse of things to come