歌词
I'm not taking this corrupt sense of view whilst bombs destroy entire cities flattened and ruined'
A child cries for its place in the future,
A man holds on to his memories past,
Have you found out yet who's gonna execute you,
Are you sure they're the one who's layed a plan.
A dim viewed mind is a soul to waste left barren, misused and thrown in pit,
I pity the ones who tolerate shit,
Thoughts of those crumpled torn and thrown in the pit
Abide your master
Don't ask questions
Follow the fashion
Wait for your pension
X4
See there now there's a gun in your hands,
You held the weapon clenched,
But you didn't understand,
Your minds being used to soul the land
Cut off the label and throw away the brand
Abide your master
Don't ask questions
Follow the fashion
Wait for your pension x4
You've waisted your time trying to be nice, given it all you've got, taken the advice, you've dressed up nice but what a load of tripe, I'd rather see heads on the end of spikes