Kalinin

You asked me, ask if I knew what you meant I knew, I knew the heart you were 'bout to bury was bleeding discontent Less for loss and more for naught You were pulled on through by society's faults Pulled on through, yes, you Yes, you, you, you What happens when When happens what Ruled by few and led by none I'll follow you but you must run Hell's broken loose or something like that Or something like that The masses cry out Some are left, left to gaze with doubt Few had believed, believed He'd come What happens when You believed it all along but never really felt Never really felt