Gunpowder Testo

How many times do you think this wheel is turning the same way?
How many times do you think this wheel is burning the same way

Gunpowder on our fingers, blood on our hands
And we turn it into a weekend
Now wash away the feeling
You can no longer stand
But it keeps on coming back again
We're living in twilight
Gunpowder on our fingers, blood on our hands
We can't look into the mirror
When our heads our in the sand
There's smoke coming through the window
And under our door
Are we running to, running to, running to
What we ignore?

Now rip another page out of your history
Turn your brother into your enemy
And now associate all of your misery
With a root thats based in fallacy
Believing it blindly

Gunpowder on our fingers, blood on our hands
We can't look into the mirror
When our heads our in the sand
There's smoke coming through the window
And under our door
Are we running to, running to, running to What we ignore?

Are we running to, running to, running to
What we ignore?

Gunpowder on our fingers, blood on our hands
We can't look into the mirror
When our heads our in the sand
There's smoke coming through the window
And under our door
Are we running to, running to, running to
What we ignore?