Şarkı sözleri : Disciple. Southern Hospitality. 321.

3,2,1!

I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
3,2,1!
I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
Here He comes, undefeated, undisputed,
3,2,1!

Relentless earth, coming to collect,
Hidden from the awaited day of rest,
The feet that swell, walk the memories of late,
Wrapped around the heart of a pity masquerade,

Watch out!
Get down now!
No doubt!
3,2,1!

I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
3,2,1!
I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
Here He comes, undefeated, undisputed,
3,2,1!

The moon has turned to blood,
Baptized in vengeance flame,
They shake at what's to come,
When He breaks the seals of pain!
So roll back the prison bars,
For charity not fame,
Till the streets will overrun,
With the tongues that shout the name!

Watch out!
Get down now!
No doubt!
3,2,1!

I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
3,2,1!
I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
Here He comes, undefeated, undisputed,
3,2,1!

Get down now!

Watch out!
Get down now!
No doubt!
3,2,1!
Here He comes, undefeated, undisputed,
3,2,1!
I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
3,2,1!
I'm feeling everything's about to blow!
Here He comes, undefeated, undisputed,
3,2,1!