The Laurel Collective - Fax Of Death | Текст песни

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The men in the banks with their golden tanks are crushing me to death the kids on the street with confusion feet just kick my every breath so pressure builds on the frontal lobes and building up ‘til my head implodes but now I have fax machine of death you get that fax you only got one breathe
So well can`t you see ya can’t take the heat they`re riding on you riding on me ya swim in the sea swimming with glee we could be free we could be free
The kids are alright they just face their plight with smiles on their faces the teacher is not environmental rot they lost the plot now they`re ill fated
Your chest explodes feel your legs burning your strength erodes with your lungs yearning to take in air before you catch your death take it you only got one breath

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