Fine Fine Titans - New Era Of The Enlisted | Текст песни

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Can't find gratification
Or the rationale of a nation
When we're always fighting to keep peace
But we pray for war in our sleep
It's a paradox in illustration
When we pay to god's corporation
Always reminded that we're free to leave
But then we're forced down on our knees

Pretend it's not a crime
But they'll pay in due time
Shove all your love aside
We'll feed this plague tonight
We'll feed this, we'll feed this
We'll feed this plague
We'll feed this plague

We are told to keep a steady hand
While our pavement morphs into quicksand
We are told to keep a steady pace
With guns, point blank, to our face
Hold still while they stick your eye
With pins and needles to erase the mind
Turn your backs in disregard
To the bodies tossed to the graveyard

In this battle cry
We have lost our sight
But we don't hold their guns
Can't let them win this one

We'll kill this plague tonight
We'll kill this plague tonight
We'll kill this plague tonight

We are the arms of the titans
We are the soldiers of time
[x10]

We are the soldiers of time
We are the soldiers of time
We are the soldiers of time
Time

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