Текст песни World Wings (reduction) - Yoke Lore

Hold it back, getting older, I'm not some son
Screaming the Lord won't ever take you, spit it out like gum
The kids lucking out with guns

And it's true, they won't believe in what you do
They fear the youth, the want the world to keep cool

Just whip your wings, I'll keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I'll keep you breathing
Just whip your wings, I'll keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I'll keep you breathing

Wait in gates for what they call life, they sing sick songs
When they call, they want your bright whites so sing along
Or be my suck love gun

And it's true, they won't believe in what you do
They fear the youth, the want the world to keep cool

Just whip your wings, I'll keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I'll keep you breathing
Just whip your wings, I'll keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I'll keep you breathing