Are my hands as wicked as those That have made you wail and bleed? Are my hands as brute as these That have spoiled your green fo greed?
Are my hands as wicked as those? That have made you wail and bleed For fucking 30 years, that's come to doze Just fordrone, scorched by mongrel breed
Am I as cold as the human bightmare To ravage shamefully our very mother? Less green, much alike a dark lair Not dead enough to let us bother...
Cut down all for naught Just for fun of being rich Once bloom, now smashed to rot For a freak, the human bitch
Is my flesh as sick as yours? To feast upon the tribal bane Against the reason, and even worse A home when wrecked, who remains sane?
Are my hands as brute as these? That have spoiled your green for greed Bringing tribulation, the death for trees Just guess if the barrens can make you breathe?!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
