a sick fascination A culture of violence is what you are feeding Fear is an heirloom And hate is contagious A nation of sadists is what you are breeding
Traducción: Darkest Hour. A Nação Sadist.
All you can hope for is To make a slight connection with All these clogged receptors it's Not getting any better by the look of it No people just numbers
A grand deception Disguised as gods redemption Forcefed delusions of grandeur Calling out for A willing sacrifice Of a nameless enemy Necessary losses
I can still see You sucking the life out of me I can still feel the chill Down my spine when you told me Always one fateful night That turns the tide
You think it's easy to live the silent lie But your second face is peeling Every word spoken every blink of the eye Deceit makes itself revealing Sickening
Within a mechanical pose And a heart pumping a need for control Forced to fit inside a mold Living to dehumanize is gonna take its toll Take it in And
So serene is the bleached white scene Of a thousand crimes you'll never see on TV Swept away only to pave the new way This misinformation age is upon
We are the embarassment to market suicide Without eyes full of genocide We live where flags can buy more than others' lives Where it's fashion to show
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