Colors - Iced Earth

Walking in the subways

Alone, late at night

The New York City gangs

Be everywhere in sight

You feel their anger upon you

You feel their hateful eyes

Walk a little faster now

You’re fighting for your life

As they walk on closer

Their eyes burn down your back

You feel a thousand cries

Not prepared for their attack

The mission bell sent sign

It’s a sign that you board soon

You’ve come this far

There’s no turning back

We hope you make it too

Don’t expect sympathy

We don’t know the word

You’ve walked my turf, insanity

But in this place you die

Your life is wasted

Your blood is tasted

As it drips down the blade

You didn’t make

You couldn’t take it

You walked the subways, you paid

Your money’s gone

Your clothes, they’re torn

You’re lying in a pool of blood

You know you’re leaving

We watch you grieving

But in this place you die

Don’t expect sympathy

We don’t know the word

You’ve walked my turf, insanity

But in this place you die