High Tide - Futilist's Lament | Текст песни

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• Futilist's Lament

Up your exploitation to the mill
I can fly and I will
Kill your dreams of darkness now
Turn around,
See me cryin'

Smell the burning flesh in the air
Screamin' "child must you stare"
Fryin' slowly to the bone
When you're gone,
Who'll be cryin'?

Mother Earth sees the bird
Shitting all over her
Vomiting their lies of truth
In her youth,
She was smiling

Are you warm, are you clean?
Satisfied with your scene?
Positively where it's at
Growing fat
Off your brother

I am such amazed, cease my pain
Slowing down confusion in my brain
Only to be born again
As they pretend
I grow weary

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