Satellites on Parade - Montoneros [vk.com/post_hc] | Текст песни

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• Satellites on Parade
• Montoneros [vk.com/post_hc]

The white collared mobster circumvents a meaning time has shown
Redirecting eager masses to a satire of his own

They'll never see it coming
Against the tides of time we fight again
How long will we let this go on? Again and again?

I'm losing oxygen with this belt around my neck
Oh from her tethered tongue she speaks the good word through the barrel of a gun because his failure is my epitaph
There's method to her madness
She's a spitting image of her father's fist, so climb on down

The actions you subscribe to consequently have a price and everyone who's bought in, now they're dying to redeem old lies for new currency Selling you back the fear that they claim to take away

You stray the blinded as you walk away with everything we have
Where do the tired go?