germs - land of treason | Текст песни

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• germs
• land of treason

you worship
The nations of debris
You wear a cost of sewage
That you've never even seen

The time is now, the vicious here
A stolen dinner code
The license of the savage land
That you've always sold

So bite the hand that needs you
And bless another coal
The virus never issues
From a cotton so very old

As the lights come down
[Incomprehensible]
You wash your hands and start to climb
The ladder that you stole

Slip the hatch and spin the sword
The money lords are poor
Push the tan that rolls downhill
Their sense of dream absorbed

Still the cat that breaks the night
Tie him to the core
Chase the viruses that believe
That what's right is scored

It's a senseless cash in right for right
What's wrong is never gone
And left is just a passion
For the fools golden dawn