Текст песни Bad Religion - Victory
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Текст песни Bad Religion - Victory
the velveteen and oaken soothed the lonely childthe parents watched the escort take him while they stood outsidethe priest was kind and gentle as he positioned his headthe pain was like brimstone, but the kid hardly bledvictoryinstinct over intellect( )victoryit erupts from deep insidehistoryhistory is laughing at usplotting its discoveryvictory, victoryblame it on the victoryamong the parade crowd there stands a decorated manremembering how he helped to save this sacred landhis helpless enemy was wounded, both hands raised with hopehe killed him without second thought, with brute force and a ropeso many times, so many livestest the other side