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Текст (слова) песни - Whore Of The Country - Orange Merchants Текст (слова) песни: Orange Merchants - Whore Of The Country
Waiting for the time to sleep No relaxation under nailed sheets The regiment is powdered just right Dissimulated the facts so they can steal my rights This dawn the sun only rose halfway It looks like it’s gonna be a half day Blinkers and dissonance removing their wits Instincts of joy as their tankers hit They hit home Remorse is unknown Chilled to the bone My disdain has grown I went on this trip not knowing where I was going to land Would I dismiss their victims’ blood or would I lend a hand I went on this trip expecting to obtain peace I couldn’t hide from them, my blueprint is in pieces Chorus So here I am now, a bitter sketch of what I used to be I feel almost nothing now Only a subdued reflex of contagious aggressivity The streets are alright I can finally seek light In neon cafes past the burning engines Metal detectors wheeled in A silent operation to shut my mouth They blindfolded all their whereabouts I could never vote their laws I could only bitch about their flaws I’m heading to tall mountains where cars cannot drive Abrasive foundations in comparison to my dirt thin pride They have their goals and I have mine But they are thousands while I only have a single life I leave home All that they’ve shown Sharp yet undertoned A knife to cut through my own Chorus So here I am now, shivering despite the burning bomb weather All my horizons have died now It’s stage two in my rational, national disorder Like broken dreams Like hurricanes and screams The hand that signs the paper Is the one that will choke the mother Recount all the votes The population wants to slit some throats We could even elect a goat Not much different from the animal that we first chose So here I am now Dried up and shaken I will nod to everything they say It doesn’t mean I will comprehend Anything they say So here they are now An army of breathing targets Nodding to the human drum It doesn’t mean they will regret Everything they do You took my rights, you made me blind and soon you’ll steal my life!
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Almost Right Brain Failure (restart) No Moon In The Sky Sand In The Ocean Stonesong Whore Of The Country
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