Текст песни Boy Sets Fire - Bathory`s Sainthood
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Do you feel alivenow that you own the deadPraying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feelYour sainthood is obvious on every starving faceYour deception`s given us a way to separateThe poor from their hate, the rich from the stoneGenuflect away the sins that we`ve knownSure one percent rules, but heaven`s made of goldSo chalk it up to folly and consequence aloneDo we really want what we really need a bastard messiahWrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desireAnd every time the real war`s defined, the trenches are filled tohide battle linesTorches to bridges and bridges to tortureHeadlines distort what we see as our bordersAnd what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god theycreatedA god for the poor, for bathory we`re bleeding out the devilhicks in angelic shroudsBlasphemy as speaking out we`ve asked for it for more of the sameSad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our mindsand souls burningNo longer for freedom invoked just more of the same