Fields Of Locust - Momentary Lapse | Текст песни

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• Fields Of Locust
• Momentary Lapse

I break and run – worn out, undone
A wreckage of a man – what’s done is done
I’m holding a gun – this is me
And I’m here because of you

Your urban illusions
Your vengeful confusions
Your violent intrusions
This is you

Your laws and instructions
Your foulest attractions
Your moral subtractions
This is you