Текст UNKLE – Ar.Mour

I put my armour back on
I put my armour back on
I put my armour back on
I put my armour back on

From bad to worse
Now met by disaster
Distraught at the thought
Won’t bow to the master
Ready and braced
Look on my face
Disguised by the armour
Steady I wait
Now it’s too late
Bitten by your karma
(Every time)

Watch the face now I’m braced
(I lose the one)
For the war like the taste
(My broken heart)
An appetite for the rage
(Has armour on)
Now I’m stood center stage
(Every time)

Life on the battlefield
(I meet the one)
You hold me against my will
(My broken heart)
Chained and shackled rattled still
(Is on the run)
I won’t surrender have me killed

Don’t hold out your hands for nothing
Mind rots when times are low
Kill all those who close in
For the throne
(Is on the run)
(Is on the run)
(Is on the run)
(Is on the run)
Don’t hold out your hands for nothing
For the throne