Device (David Draiman ft. Serj Tankian & Terry "Geezer" Butler) - Out Of Line | Текст песни

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• Out Of Line

Whoa! Hey! Whoa!

Don't give me your line
Won't let it go this time
And make a mockery of this obscenity
It's gotten out of control
Some poor unfortunate soul
Will pay the price again, to feed your vanity

The fascist face of the day
Contributes blood to the fray
And wreaks his devastation on humanity
He hears his own people cry
As countless innocents die
He stands defiant in his own insanity.

Whoa! Hey!

Another child denied
Their human right to a life
Free from the shackles that assure their slavery
The monster in human skin
Employs abduction again
Collecting innocents
To steal their purity.
I see the global decline
While wealthy pockets are lines
The masses begging them to show some sympathy
Without a care in their heart
They let it all fall apart
Their twisted rationales have never made sense to me

It seems destruction is a form of success for you
These tragic visions of loss will never leave me
You try to justify the pain that you've brought
But you're out of line... you're out of line

Whoa! Hey! Whoa!

They Machiavellian minds
Concoct their wicked designs
They think they're standing on the side of destiny
Constricting freedom again
They've wrought the ultimate sin
They make pariahs of the sons of liberty

And in the name of their god
They wage their war and applaud
The deadly dogma that controls society
Who fucking gave you that right?
To spread perpetual night
Your holy rationales have never made sense to me

It seems destruction is a form of success for you
These tragic visions of loss will never leave me
You try to justify the pain that you've brought
But you're out of line... you're out of line
You know I can't imagine anything less from you
Not a single word from your mouth is worth believing
No way to rectify the havoc you've wrought
Know, you're out on line... you're out of line

I fear it coming, hear it coming again
A new apocalypse in sight
I see it coming, feel it coming again
We won't capitulate this time

It seems destruction is a form of success for you
These tragic visions of loss will never leave me
You try to justify the pain that you've brought
But you're out of line... you're out of line
You know I can't imagine anything less from you
Not a single word from your mouth is worth believing
No way to rectify the havoc you've wrought
Know, you're out on line... you're out of line!

Whoa! Hey! Whoa!

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