Lay It On The Line - Scorched Earth Policy | Текст песни

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The cold itch of a thousand stares
Burning on my neck.
The scorched earth and razor wire
Obstructing my ascent.
Thirty years of obscurity leading up to this.
The sin of Cain is still rife
On this earthly dredge.

There’s no end to the vented hate
And we choose to partake.
And so humanity
Still ignores its fate.

And I turn to a fallen son
And a promise of a goal.
A chance to finish off
What we all begun.
But the circle only ends
When the burden is too much.
Another twisted body
Faceless, nameless in the mud.

It’s been a century
Since the Greatest War was contained.
But we’re still judging man
On behalf of the God we forsake.

And don’t pretend you can vilify.
When we’re all content to die.
For a man-made lie.

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