Shutdown - Front Line Assembly

Red three six, this is red three six Charlie, over

This is read three six, over

Roger, we are taking automatic weapons fire from our right flank."

«Dear God, what is it you will have me do?»

He watches them

They don’t look back

He was chosen

But he’s getting old

No one understands him

He wants to be noticed

Too late for regrets

It’s too late for regrets

Nervous hands

A trembling heart

Evil eyes

Bloodstained hands

Lost again, inside

Wait til you catch me

But then it’s too late

He just watches them

They don’t look back

He was chosen

But he’s getting old

He was chosen

But now he’s getting old

He watches them

They don’t look back

He was chosen

But he’s getting old