We don't need some one to list ten. We don't need some one to fall. The time has come for cont tra dic tion. The time for us has come to fall. Kis sing my wounds how our time has run out. Not a fraid of this life, just how i'll turn out. The time has come for us to list ten. The time has come for you and I. For end less fears of mas cor upt ion. For eve ry one you know and love. Kis sing my wounds, how our time has run out. Not af raid of this life just how i'll turn out. Kis sing my wounds, how our time has run out. Not af raid of this life just how i'll turn out. Take this heart, its not thing to me. Kis sing my wounds, how our time has run out. Not af raid of this life just how i'll turn out. Kis sing my wounds, how our time has run out. Not af raid of this life just how i'll turn out. Kis sing our graves, with the gun in our mouths. Not af raid of right now, just