Soom T & Monkey Marc - We're Sick Of It All | Текст песни

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I was marked for this struggle since i was only a foetus
Trained to stand for justice for the poorest and the weakest
Empowering them with holy words you can never defeat us
Host to the sweetest truth, we love the youth so take ma words and eat this
Then the clouds breaking, stopping hearts achin coming down like angels
Wakin all from life's sedations. eyes of strangers levitations
Rising to the top then crushing down to the foundations
Of the inhalation of the truth that leaves a free minds baking
Innocent young rascals, hair ruffled, shackled in their duffles
While they shuffle wondering why they were caught up in the scuffle
In the powerplay of politicans, corporations their debacles
Aim the rebuttal, while they scuttle tear manacles
Battling the dreamers the elite demons
Making it seem like medias religion ain’t beneath us
Inciting all deep mindsets into wary seekers of the realest
with intrusions of the meanest ilk paving ways for soul eaters

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Coz we're sick of it, they’re sick of it, we're sick of it all
When the poor rise up fighting and the empires fall
When Armageddon comes gunning for every one of you all
Will you take the side of all – or will you fall

We're children of the same source even though i wasnt christened
Made decisions to recognise all religious nepotism
That makes authorities of despots over those who've truly risen
To the heights of wisdom driven by the need to present vision
Treat music like like a mission. Not ambitions competitions
that Assist in seperatist divisions intrude in minds like villians
Incite pointless discussions about abstrusive resolutions
But then faith in the force listening breaking out to revelations

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Replace avaters with cadavers to get scarred in war then after that
sabateurs of calamity hour – pick flowers like amateurs at dark
Then wonder why they become addicts tragic victims the inhabit
who lie down and take it until the end when they have had it
Then stomach the rabbit of folk ementating all frustrations
Twisting minds to see illusions drive impatient and emphatic
Like a bomber out of control heading down enflamed erratic
To steady his final descent into the depths of the atlantic

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