Iced Earth - Colors

Walking in the subway Alone late at night New York City gangs Everywhere in sight Your fell 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 A mission bell sent sign A sign that you board soon You've come this far, no turning back We hope you make it too Don't expect, sympathy We don't know, the word Your 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 it You couldn't take it You walked the subway 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 walked my turf, insanity But in this place you die