march up, march up, march up fate again, bows its ugly young head march up, march up, march up our hands are tainted in blood locked and loaded, the enemy is near it ́s not the one that it used to be we dont a reason lets bomb the weak before we need to feed them we need you to defend the foundation of our lands we are the architects for a better world rush in rush out rebuild a a new oppression we are the architects for a better world To the guns to the guns nothing has ever changed, democracy is build upon red oceans human rights are a well defined abortion to the guns, to the guns we are the architects for a better world march march march march march, march, march ,march march the moment comes when the floor drops under my feet (i feel like) hanging myself to protest and defeat (in defiance) and then i crawl up again by screaming on the frontlines and i start to defeat any (all) demise we have to wake up, and stand for ourselves in this living hell, i can not remember my self this life, is stranger than fiction and i can not stand (bare) it anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
