UNNEWSUAL - God of the World (live @ Agata) | Текст песни

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• God of the World (live @ Agata)

Some'd be pleased to hear that I'm gonna die
Could you set him free? Look at him! He's bound
Smells like fear of own soul. You will never be rich
You should wear your crown and live from bed to fridge

Someone dies of hunger, and you still complain
Someone is going a thousand miles, while you're sitting in a plane

Do you believe in judge? Justice is gonna come
Fracture, bruise and scratch. What have you become?
Smells like fear of own soul. you will never be rich
Where did you lose your crown? So you jump off the bridge

Someone dies of hunger, and you still complain
Someone is going a thousand miles, while you're sitting in a plane

It would be tragic if you lost your dream
To become a god of the world
You hurt yourself and scream
you will be never absolved

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