Rotten. Institution.
Wash out the red with black and white
fear is a way of life, around the corner it is there steroid machinery to smash tomorrow's prayers
in the mouth of madness, and you won't like what you see vicious entertainment, hail the misery machine
Dead man, in the river bound hands and feet, ruled suicide
Behind the silence, danger and disease will breed below dead last in hearts and minds, despised and rightly so
in the mouth of madness, and you won't like what you see human lives caught in the teeth of the misery machine
And every day, the taste of fear (in the ruthlessness of cold) there's no mercy for us here (beneath the waves, how many souls?)
and daylight doesn't even stand a chance against the crooked shadows that you cast Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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