Thy Art Is Murder - Make America Hate Again
We are the broken and the flawed, We are the sickness in the fall, We throw what's left on the embers, We buried the pain, we buried the flesh, The memories, the feel of regret, Oh, the graves we dig just to live in sin, We don't give up, we just give in. Desperate to escape. White hospital walls only stained in violence. Calloused leeches in sickly cells. Divide and conquer while they conjure, Divisive means for the stronger, Addicted by design to a system in decline. Turn the land, sow the seed of our destruction, Force the hand, spin the wheels of our corruption, Quench the thirst, starve the fever, taste the harvest, With nothing left to feed the combines, We move onto a human target. Idioms from "Make America Hate... ". Far beyond remission.
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A path that leads the broken. This song is not currently available in your region. We're checking your browser, please wait... ابحث عن كلمات الأغنية لـ Make America Hate Again والترجمات وحقائق الأغنية. Dehumanized as ones and zeroes. Complacent in our cage. It's time for violent action.
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Make America Hate Again
In the land of liberty. With nothing left to feed the combines. Either that or its host will find the measures with which to outlive it. Numb to the touch, Numb to the feeling, Powerless to find passage to healing, The heart is frozen, The body broken, Our past collides like shorelines and sand, Scatter the ashes into the distance, Victims of existence, Oceans carry you to the cold, Tired vessels cleansed below, Eternally, You and me, My demon.
Suffered through holy wars. Thy Art Is Murder - The Son Of Misery. Thy Art Is Murder - Puppet Master. Perpetuating socioeconomic segregation. But I'll defend my sister's rights. I don't know who I am anymore.
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Sinead O'Connor - Personal Message About Pain (Jesus And The Money Changers). Scatter the ashes into the distance. Chemical Christ, Heaven is a nihilist paradise. Thy Art Is Murder - They Will Know Another. Loading... - Genre:Folk. Your obedience is their ransom. Want to help Wall of Sound grow and deliver more killer content? Thy Art Is Murder - Man Is The Enemy. Ravenous, Choke down the bones of all below, Unholy masochists, Feeding on the weak, population control, They will devour us, Excess consumption, life reduction, We're so cowardice, We want the kill but we won't pull the trigger. Was it too late or was it not enough? We don't give up, we just give in. Life in the crosshairs, blood in your eyes. Least Hated: BOYSETSFIRE 'The Misery Index: Notes From The Plague Years'.
Can't look me in the eyes. Began a ripple in a pond. Our systems have detected unusual activity from your IP address (computer network). Calcified in lifeless shells. Our blood shall nourish the fields in crimson and rust. There will be nothing more.
Do you know your demons? The country is all about appearing different than everybody else, including each individual citizen, so the desire to differentiate between each individual likely produces some strong feelings of dislike. We lap it up, drunk on fantasy. Twenty first century death squad anthem, Your life is on the line, your obedience is their ransom, The methods of peace are obsolete, so grab your guns and sing with me. They taste your sorrow. But now the fight is at our door, Natives are restless, We will not accept this. Smother all existence. There's no escape from what we've done.