The Speachers - Hills | Текст песни

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Swamp is swallowing me
Acting as anaconda's guts
I hope you won’t deny rescuing me

Drag me out of this mire
Save my life
So I shall pray for you again

The road to height is always hard
Aim, success the dream,
Are meant to be your hills
But I sworn in the name of God
The hill will never be overcome

How dare you expect and believe?
That a fucking mountain may fall down
To your feet
You are too mean and week
There're no men and things
Proclaimed to be changed just by a click

How many guns and graves
Can satisfy the creator called God
Of that insane idea?
Tell me, tell me,
Oh gosh stop talking bullshit

Stop talking shit, that's what it is to
Scare your look, speech, thoughts and shadow
Why can’t you admit that you got fucked
By rules established by the hill.

You're sick and disease still eats you
The way to get rid of it written in blood
If you want the swamp to allow you leave it
This bitch has to swallow your life

Nevermore! You see? Nevermore
Now you got no rights to breath to move to speak at all

Never fucking more! Bitch! Nevermore
I couldn’t help but stab your fucking body back and forth

And even overhead the moonlight is passing
You'd better pray that something could break the darkness
Flashing lights surrounding you got a last choice
Recall for hills you’ve never gained
And choose one
That’s worth

I couldn’t help, but stab your fucking body, body back and forth

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