Vices - Chained | Текст песни

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I'm a troubled soul. I feel tattered and old. These hands of mine shake like this back of mine folds. It gets hard to breath when I think about life. I wonder at times if I'm even alive. I've grown to hate more than I love and I just can't help but blame everyone.

I can't stand what I hear and I hate what I see. A nation of anger; that's fueled by greed.
Put your hand on your heart and repeat after me, "God bless this land". I've grown to hate more than I love and I just can't help but blame everyone.

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