Ours The Grave
Habit rules the Hearts of all men Confining force Past to future Nothing as sure As a man's heart Bound in his ways Slavery
Wandering the tracks Of blind custom Men are not free Enslaved
Part of the herd Bleating its song Bound by the past All futures set
Cast off the chains that confine Set free of custom that binds To be reborn one must pledge Murder of who one once was
Part of the herd To be reborn we must Bleating its song Pledge to murder ourselves Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |