The Dust In The Wind
Captured in this feild of hell,
No way out,no one to tell.
Beaten by this masters hate,
No way out , they've locked the gate.
Burned by this scourchin sun,
No way our, no where to run.
Born to this world of sin,
The only way out is the dust in the wind.
1989
No way out,no one to tell.
Beaten by this masters hate,
No way out , they've locked the gate.
Burned by this scourchin sun,
No way our, no where to run.
Born to this world of sin,
The only way out is the dust in the wind.
1989
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