Fashion Bomb - Rant | Текст песни

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• Fashion Bomb
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Internally grown, like a virus
Festering in the subconscious
Wanting to act on impulses
Ego suppressed, as it crushes

Seething inside in the name of hate
In a heated mind, feelings don't relate
Pressure on the rise that you cannot face
Wrapping your thoughts in a cold embrace

You can see the world with clarity,
Feel the need inside to follow me…
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me,
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me

Insecure pricks in the nightclubs, die!
Government dicks who are rapists, die!
The ignorant old, never bending, die!
Makers of the mold, never ending, die!

The mandate to move, picking up the fight
Taking the task, starting from inside
Deeds of the hand, sitting on the right
Ending the act, for the very last time

You can see the world with clarity,
Feel the need inside to follow me…

Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me,
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me…

Bow down and show me you love me….yeah!
Hate is the tool of the new breed….yeah!
Bow down and show me you love me….yeah!
Hate is the tool of the new breed….yeah!

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