Gortaigh - for a price of some lies | Текст песни

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Everyone tries to rise to paradise
For a price of some lies and a pair of dice,
Everyone tries to be someone these days,
But a race of faceless no-ones has taken their place,
Disgrace doesn’t scare anyone anymore
When the race against time is outside the door,
Hardcore civic position and network connection
Win you the affection of human infection,
The brainless trash that you call society
Spreads like a rash of disgusting variety,
Anxiety is building up like pus in a gashing wound,
We need a breath of fresh night wind sent by the Mistress Moon

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