Cover di We Have Come for Your Parents

We Have Come for Your Parents
Album - 10 ottobre 2000 - Debaser id 12396

di Amen

I am right When I am right GO!... I remain unused to bleed the menace That remains to fall Don't take no summer vacation That remains to fall We refuse to work in your death camp station We refuse to buy We consume the life of the molested neighbour We're unused I am right When I am right Refuse AMEN Let the pigs die by regulations Cause they're bound to fall Don't pay no humiliation You can die in this truth I refuse to work in your death camp station I refuse to buy I'll be standing here with the molested neighbours You can see it You can feel it, right? When I am right When I am...when I am right Cause your rights have gone until your death confession Rights are gone until your death confession Your rights are gone until your death confession Your rights are gone into your death concession I am right When I am right When I am right When I am right! Refuse AMEN.
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We live with blindfolds on
To protect our jaded eyes
We live with blindfolds on
To assert our demented lies
To long in this invention
To judge your fucking life
Too long in this infection

This city is paralyzed
This city is paralyzed
This city never lies
This city is paralyzed
This city's SHIT!
Yeah!

We live with blindfolds on
We live with blindfolds on
We're cut from this infection
Cut to a perfect defection
Ungrateful. Unwilling
Untouched by human eyes
Unwanted. Unfitted
Uncut formally blind

We are the city of the dead
We live in the city of the dead
We are born in the beds
Of all the dogs that you fed

Don't believe a word
Because I pray to you
This is as far as you get
Don't believe a word
Because I betray you too
This is the wounds of the dead

This is the city of the dead
This is the city of the...

Go put your blindfolds on
Go put your blindfolds on
Go put your blindfolds on

Don't believe a word
Because I pray to you
This is as far as you get
Don't believe a word
Because I'll take you to
All the wounds of the dead
Don't believe a word
Well I don't believe a word
Don't believe a fucking word
Because I take you to
All the wounds of the...

Dead city...

Ungrateful dead!
Ungrateful dead!

Turn this skin out

Ungrateful dead

We lay torn
In their beds
We lay torn
In their dead
Ungrateful dead
Ungrateful dead
Turn your skin out
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