Patience Airways - Little games (Live @ Grand Bourbon Street 06.04.2014) | Текст песни

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Little Games

Advocates of sanctity spread the sickness
I once had a chance to kick one
I'm kicking the others out of my way
And these words I say
For those who peck your neck as a matter of fact
Then stab their friends in the back
Of a bar with no decent sound
Not one decent sound

My genes are a justification
Of my way with the hatred
And some say I lack any patience
But I sing with Patience

Leave me in starvation
Only two trembling hands
Are creating a nation of weasels
Who are strong and pure
These little notes are the diesel

Trick me into your little games

I see my mission in fighting the coma
Undo the armor, back to the hurting game
It still keeps me sane
I jump out of the tower of shame
With no parachute, ever so sure
To get rid of the old sore left brain
But I stay alive again...

Zen has nothing to do with your life
Unless you're dying
And I'm so alive
And forever moving

I wish that my hands were of a soothing quality for you
I'm sorry the statement is false
But I am not changing my course
For once there won't be a because

Trick me into your little games

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