slowly fading away I won't escape I'm not the one to choose slowly fading away I won't escape I'm not the one to choose I can't hear myself I can't hear myself
It's little people that I hear little people that I hear
an angry beat of drums hits my lungs it speaks in tongues an angry beat of drums hits my lungs it speaks in tongues like a lullaby of guns lullaby of guns
it's little people that I hear little people that I hear