Forain - Fashion.Dead | Текст песни

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Pay no attention to the crowd,
Follow the sounds of our drums.

The streets are paved with blood
Generation of hate has come
Wider opens his arms -
The easier it's you crucify.
Now i draw only colors of tragedy
Ambient fashion of dead,
So worthless, unwanted
Unaware its purpose...

Pay no attention to the crowd,
Follow the sounds of our drums.

Fuck off!!!

We stay on the verge
Among the infected Kings,
Firmly entrenched in this system.
We expect to help
While the animals make
Their way through the crowds...

Follow the sounds of our drums...
Burning year after year, we are drowning
By their own deeds.
By singly we're nothing,
Tonight we must unite!

Come on!
Yeah!!!

Can you see what they prepared for us?
Let's silence, we split these fucking walls!
Run! Run! Run! Run fucking rats!!!
Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn fucking rats!!!
Run! Run fucking rats!!!
Burn! Burn fucking rats!!!

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