Текст песни Salome The Unbelievers

At war
With the crowd

The power to rule
Internal manipulation

At war with

Every man and woman
Raised to cower
By abuse
By withholding of love

Nothing is worth autonomy
Nothing is worth dignity

The crowd became a voice
For the psyche
The crowd became a voice
For superficial want
Of contempt
Emotional wreckage
Swallowed depression

The crowd became a voice
Of jealousy

By abuse
We were made to cower

To be less
Than who we are
To be less
Than truth

Текст добавил dergolem95 3.6.2012 15:39

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