Lost Souls

Sinners on their chance to strike. willing to let die To reap the harvest of one's work, now it's time to crucify Crawling under lines of blama, in their hands they've got your fate Now we've lost the game of man, misjudged by laws we hate Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice Lost Souls Holding on to an illusion based upon a tale The ladder's leading down to Hell, our souls are now for sale Weak and helpless on our knees we're looking at the sky Time will run, the blood will flow as life is passing by Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your pathetic