their eyes away They lost freedom that once made us whole Now i hear them say Wounded Heart Sail away on the ocean Take my hand together we'll fly from this land Wounded heart
Traducción: Motim. Coração ferido.
: Yes my father I'll take your command So my brother I'll ride through you hand All I feel is the painm in my heart, it won't let me be Save my people
Yes my father I'll take your command So my brother I'll ride through you hand All I feel is the painm in my heart, it won't let me be Save my people
those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face Razor blade sharp who invades the dark And raid more spots than spays and narc's iron heart like
Mo? money wat the f**k these niggaz tellin? me Im young Lucifer Take um all to hell wit, Ya Drop um off in a fire storm YM riot squad get our riot on
a big breath ? Huricanes of skin Torrents of frailness Can't you feel the wound ? An indian fury An indian Riot I feel the wound that's all I feel the wound
say the wrong niggaz name, I hear the guard screamin shut the fuck up, and as I look to my right side I see niggaz gettin cut, shanked, stabbed, wounded
say the wrong niggaz name, I hear the guard screamin Shut the fuck up, and as I look to my right side I see Niggaz gettin cut, shanked, stabbed, wounded
now your words, they strike me down The flags are false and they contradict They point and click which wounds to lick On avenues, this Christian breeze Turns its heart
Madmen on both sides of the fence Melody of riot in the wilderness of oxygen Mercy on the waterfall Mist in the middle class sea Wounded in the world
Runaway, all alone, on these streets you call your home Fade to black, painted smile On these streets there cries a wounded child On the run, shadows
a big breath ? Hurricanes of skin Torrents of frailness Can't you feel the wound ? An indian fury An indian Riot I feel the wound that's all I feel the wound
Long ago, in times of strife and riots When disfavor controlled the minds of men There appeared a little orphan Who would prove to be the chosen One With his hands he healed the wounded
Love is the pavement With spit in your heart Slow diamond's no laughter Sweep the hellhound trail Translate the faces Wash off the dust Smoke plume
