Cut the line I’ve heard the rest You’ll never get me answering To the cold hand of the dying man Bred to take and to rape what the leavers left
Oh come on. Show a little mercy to dying suns Oh come on Show a little mercy to humble ones
Some will go as the timid type Facing down soul strapped inside The method of the trilene knot Never fails until the line is cut
So come on Show a little sympathy tired ones So come on Show a little empathy busy ones And slow down
We are all flesh and bone Mere vessels so exposed Just walking on the grove We are constant wrath With what we think we own While we walk upon And tread upon the grove
On the contrary some will walk In the dirt cut up by the dogs Soaking up the sun and rain Just to break and to shake up captivity
So come on Destruction is the nature of everyone So come on Destruction is the killer of everyone So calm down
We are all flesh and bone Mere vessels so exposed Just walking on the grove We are constant wrath With what we think we own While we walk upon And tread upon the groveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
