Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

A source of anger
A source of me
A kind of raging
Inside him I can see
He walks on past me
I follow close and let
The fear inside him flow
A sense of reason
A sense of aim
Created this
Created pain
Threw down his pay,
Meant to run away
Truth and honour combined
To make the same mistakes again
You make the same mistakes again
Leave it on the table
Leave it up to him