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Thrashatonement

アーティスト:Meltdown  アルバム:Executioner 

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In the corridors of institutions, There's a putrid smell Of rotting minds. That beg for something real to hold, Instead of processed Useless lies. Mothers whore their weeks away. As daughters learn, To do the same. As years wear on, we'll see the day, When numbers take The place of names. This is the force that marks new breath, It's thrashing death. It's thrashing death. It seems that in a place so free, The price for words Are hardly such. So sick of trendy censorship, So I can't speak You're made to suck. Perceived as dirt because we think, To know there's something


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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