Triddana - Men of Clay | Текст песни

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You brought forth an army of clowns
Fit for the masses daft
It seems I'm always on the wrong side.

Three or four words that you repeat
If you ask me that's rather bleak
In this game I play the traitor

Wave the flag, take control.
Gobble up, then go for more
March on, men of clay
Are you selves or slaves?

Don't put strings on me
'cause I don't want to be
a puppet from your legion of fools
I am breaking the rules

I spit at your wind of lies,
It won't serve to change my mind
You preach, you shriek, you're weak You hide it fine.

Where were they in times of war?
Are they proud they've missed the show?
The past, a day ago... Look, they just forgot"