Walking slave with eyes of no conviction The poster child of the war Desolate, and terminate our own kind A Solider's life ain't worth the score
Hate; we are bred to Disgrace; there is no time to Waste; when the Empire stalls
And in the end, the people have to pick up the mess From what was too big to fall
Wait, you let them in You know the day is coming A Cardinal Sin To spit out what is spoon fed Begging us all for forgiveness Intending to stab in the back
9 to 5, a routine everyday of life Leave your talent at the door Educate, and brainwash every youthful mind Teach them nothing to be sought
They; breed us all to Obey; anything but the Same; now the fuse has a short
And in the end, a nation will collapse when The weight is growing too big to pull
Wait, you let them in You know the day is coming A Cardinal Sin To spit out what is spoon fed Begging us all for forgiveness Intending to stab in the backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
