Breed of Burden - The World Is Sick | Текст песни

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• Breed of Burden
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A war after war, Hate is the reward
They create the rules and we are only tools
Respect is over, kindness is a cover
Each topic’s a flame for the politics I blame

Race, religion, unfamiliar culture
Money, trade, bank venture
Good, bad, there is no rupture
Should it be the world’s destiny?

Why the rich get richer?
And some children die from hunger?

The land is dry the food is rare
Children dying, mothers crying

Oil seeking leads the states
And earth suffers, the world is sick

Wake up the dead to ask what he made
Who built these walls for cultures to fall
Fear they grow, hate they sow
Everything is a flame for the politics I blame

Race, religion, unfamiliar culture
Money, trade, bank venture
Good, bad, there is no rupture
Should it be the world’s destiny?

Why the rich get richer?
And some children die from hunger?

The land is dry the food is rare
Children dying, mothers crying

Oil seeking leads the states
And earth suffers, the world is sick

Raise your soul
And spare people lives
Clean your thoughts
And open up your mind
Carry the will
But don’t shed a tear
Raise your fist
Otherwise the world will blow

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