Blind Passengers - Broken Conscience | Текст песни

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• Blind Passengers
• Broken Conscience

Dark expressions, endless streets, forests of concrete, mutation an freaks,
progress without limits, progress without brain, infecting our blood with greed and love of gain.

There is no point in getting up again, it's all so sombre without you,
words nobody listen to, until it's to late.

Though we walk together through the night with new courage and new hope,
we poison our lungs with the air we breathe and contaminated dope.

There is no...