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アーティスト:Armored Saint  アルバム:Win Hands Down 

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Paralyzing chains of tradition Let the decadence marinate Farmers with a dire prediction Who planted massive seeds we ate Flower, grower, cultivating seeds we ate Pilfer, slower, inching closer to checkmate There's many been bought before, lots before And this ain't no different There's many who've fought before, and lost before And this ain't no different The price of an all you can eat buffet Will put you away You ain't no different, I ain't no different There ain't no difference Between the likes of us Except were all gonna bust The mess, the mess that we continue to make Living in our culture of waste The mess that we all make will Annihilate The mess, the mess that we continue to make


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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