Crawling from the cities the filth chokes me to the taste, Feeding the desire to destoy this culture that I hate, The daily inquisition, The fear that fuels our lives, Sets each man against the other with the wool upon our eyes.
Chains of comman The weight of wait Under their wheels into concrete Face off the floor Rise up Retaliate
The razor blade infections out caverns deep across my skin Reminding me of battles I have lost and will never win There are no bullets here These hands are clenched in fists And the promise of another day is all that we have left
What remains here...? Bowing to the dollar in their selfish church of capital Where wealth encrusts their bodies Yet cancer fills their hearts? Brother will kill brother in this stained-glass abattoir called 'earth'
My arteries are boiling with hatred undefined for this colonizing monolith that suffocates our lives A bastard congration runs the head of this machine Our hands will gut it's gears 'til their blood runs cold and we are free.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
