A man picks up his shotgun
On the last day of the decade
What a cruel way to celebrate
No doors no walls could keep her safe
He would find her anyway
Hide and Seek she must have known the game
Tons of hatred
Fists and bombs
Liters of blood and tears
I've spelled the headline
For this New Year's eve
Five stolen lives and beaten souls
All of them were lost in vain
You think it's much too high a price to pay
We all have talked towards the sky
To see the fire
Over the darkness he would rise
For all those who
Didn't celebrate
The last day
Of the decade
For all those who
Didn't celebrate
The last day
Of the decade
For all those who
Didn't celebrate
The last day
Of the decade
For all those who
Didn't celebrate
The last day
Of the decade
For all those who
Didn't celebrate
The last day
Of the decade
For all those who
Didn't celebrate
The last day
Of the decade
For all those who
Didn't celebrate
The last day
Of the decade
For all those who
Didn't celebrate
The last day
Of the decade
A man picks up his shotgun
On the last day of the decade
A man picks up his shotgun
On the last day of the decade
A man picks up his shotgun
On the last day of the decade
A man picks up his shotgun
On the last day of the decade
