Letra da Música Time to run de Stone Breeze

No time to run I hear the bombs at the parking lot
No, I don't want to be one more in the body count

Now the enemy can be the nun of the neighborhood
There is no color; there is no race or royal blood
Who knows can be your lovely son do you wanna see?
And in the end he can be you, he can be me

Now what I say, now what I want and where I go

I am just a puppet; I'm just a toy under control
I'm just a paranoiac freaky trying to save my soul