Shutdown Lyrics - Gashed Senses & Crossfire - 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? 

Dear God 

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 till 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, yeah 

He was chosen 

But now he's getting old 

He's watching them 

They don't look back 

He was chosen 

But he's getting old