The bloodline of kings in the house of white Lynch law abiding citizens cashing in their rights The sky is on fire, The sky is on fire It's blood red and torching any horizon it desires
Spit in the face of the deceased Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek Spit in the face of the deceased Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street Spit, spit, spit in the face I don't give a fuck what you think of me Are we getting anywhere, I'm getting out of here
How can we be free?
Abandoning the children in the forest to feed ourselves We will all stay more healthy if we don't distribute wealth Aim friendly fire, Aim friendly fire There is only greed living the life we desire
Spit in the face of the deceased Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek Spit in the face of the deceased Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street Spit, spit, spit in the face I don't give a fuck what you think of me Are we getting anywhere, I'm getting out of here
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Spit in the face of the deceased Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek Spit in the face of the deceased Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street Spit, spit, spit in the face I don't give a fuck what you think of me Are we getting anywhere, I'm getting out of here
As we set sail across a raging sea (as we set sail across a raging sea) Unconquerable by reality (we are unconquerable) As we set sail across a raging sea (we set sail across a raging sea) Unconquerable by reality
I am infallible I am untouchable
Spit in the face of the deceased Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek Spit in the face of the deceased Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street Spit, spit, spit in the face I don't give a fuck what you think of me Are we getting anywhere, I'm getting the fuck out of here
The nation is dead, long live the new nation [x11] The nation is dead, dead, deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
