Blinded peasants roaming With cobweb covered faces Mouths filled with hungry spiders Midges flying around like halos
Shaping us to look like saints They are in love with the pain we feel
Layers of destruction on top of each other Morality gets buried six feet deep under
Thousand plagues wouldn't be enough to wipe out the corrupt Too many screens to bend the truth Like concave mirrors in a windowless room
Hundred days of lockdown A decade to recover One life to cherish All shall parishTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
