The Sea Charmer - Trigger The Grief | Текст песни

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80 years of age, an old man, limping to his grave.Nurses a bottle of scotch as the days make their pass, content to suck his teeth. Filled to the eyes with fear, only the clothes on his back for warmth. Numbing the sobering fact that this is his home.

Fragments of dignity so easily spent.
We bear the flesh of misfortune - Take us to the rope
There's no change in the lies that they create.
They carry the bloodline of failure - Take them to the rope

LET ME THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY

You spit lies, lies at the people. Lies like venom from the mouth of your horrible war machine.There's no rest, no rest for the able. Stuck in a system that benefits those beyond their need.Imparting grief, these men blinded by madness. Stumbling forward, with so little progress.

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