Kid Jerusalem - Hurricane | Текст песни

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• Kid Jerusalem
• Hurricane

It makes me so sick.
Just sit, wait for the bombs. You won't grow tired waiting for it.
You'll welcome them with open arms - they won't hesitate to march right in.
They're not here for your benifit. Just think - it becomes obvious.
They make you suicidal to sell you revival and just straight profit off of it.
But this could be a brand new day...into a life where you hate everything.
This could be a brand new way.
So picture this; A little kid atop the world. Invision this when all that shit, it starts to hurt, because this world's a spider but it's caught in its' own web.
It's like starving to lose wieght. You look great...but you're dead.
I hate everyone that is in love, but I hate everyone that isn't too.
See, I don't know that much about this stuff, but niether do you.

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