Most people live without purpose Blessed are the dead You'll find the weight of burden heavy Like a soul filled with lead
Our bones will grind together In a mass grave No one weeps While children drown together Sustain the creatures of the deep
I reject your morals I've seen too many years of sorrow Fuck this rotting planet from poisoned waters East of nothing We lost our burning passion Pain of failure is hard to bear Took a bullet ride to Cobain fashion For our deeds were watered in our fears
How civil men turn vicious In the quest for gold and wealth Use words of plastic values Then hit below the beltTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
