уруру - Романтическая | Текст песни

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• Романтическая

Glory brought, glory brought ourselves.
Glory brought our lease on life.
We wont back down to the oppression.

This is my war.
And i will fight it like i always have.
With my fists and my sharp tounge.
Global unity over one simple fact.
The stench of blood is on our governments hands.

The stronger kind will prevail.
Your end is near.
Human kind will soldier on.

You'll be dead and gone.

See what i did there?

You don't deserve the title.
You're shit on the sole of my shoe.
You don't deserve the title.
You're shit on the sole of my shoe.
You don't deserve the title.
You're shit on the sole of my shoe.