2econd Class Citizen - One By One (feat. Ceschi) | Текст песни

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• 2econd Class Citizen
• One By One (feat. Ceschi)

Come to play ... from someone else's game
It can only found (?) it was the joker
Then I thought I heard laughter
The kind you're hearing after
Stories been told and everybody's gone away.

Come to play ... from someone else's game
It can only found it was the joker
Then I thought I heard laughter
The kind you're hearing after
Stories been told and everybody's gone away.

gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away.
and everybody's gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away. gone away.

One by one
... fell off the map and to the quickened death
one by one
children ... to beds and dreamed.
But while those false realities,
This countless worlds I never see
... ...

One by one
They line us up for firing squads
And one by one
Our kids will mix like ... of paints
To form a grotesque work of art
We never wanted to die young.
... anyhow.

We'll say our work stays, we could die. (?)
... ... ...
Like ...


Firing squads.
That try to sit in chairs for days.
Writing for myself to the pencil shreds
Steps ... to ... cheap fingers.
But nothing ever can read out
Like caveman's writing ...
It's too late to...

One by one we will fall.
One by one we will fall.

Anonymous. The fragments of freedom we once tasted ...
Their tormented boredom has been tossed to the shores of it.
Bitter mint and sweet taste of the warmth of a porridge inside of our stomachs enormous from bubbling hunger and poisoned bits.
No limit to the ... ... ... ... ...
At the time when we rhyme we turn to high ... ... - that's fine.
... in our heads, in our spines long after we die they climb inside ... ... outside our minds like.

One by one
We'll jump off ... to think you'd come
And one by one
We'll be left defend for ourselves
He tells us everything ...
But never tells us to survive
... ...

One by one we will fall, furthen than depths of ...
... in the hand of a puppet master
We speak when we're spoken to
They teach us for ... or two.
...
They feed us the ... ..., but ... not satisfied
Because of the leeches something we ... on our love of life
We struggle to be an anonymous anomaly
Because if we know something is crawling beneath my skin it's the mark of the beast.

One by one
They line us up for firing squads
And one by one
Our kids will mix like ... of paints
One by one
We'll jump off ... to think you'd come
And one by one
We'll be left defend for ourselves