Mercy me for the land is swept with hope the pinnacles of mountains echo
Future cries of sons and daughters The filth of factories bleeds into the horizon
all bow to A false dictator who offers hope and satisfaction with his hounds in chains scraping their teeth along
The birth of industry Propoghanda breeds idiocracy
the piper will follow the sky line with broken legs he crawled for miles knowing he'll burn for it
Haggard and torn his night was spent well wishing the flood now he follows the gang like a plague
drifting through memories to feed his guilt for widows hooked his grief to their veins
they're memories regressing costing they're indiscretion torn apart among the debree costing the recent mourning
no longer hearing this no longer hearing
For I am death and i have come to cleanse for years you've walked amongst us raping our words no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
