Colors lyrics
by Iced Earth
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
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