Текст песни germs - Land Of Treason
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Land of treason-waste no reason-we are breathing fireWe`re packs of dogs-we`re enemies of men-we are not desiredOur face show-we`ve grown cold-buthave not conspiredOld hearts gone-the future`s on-mother nations miredI like a recepticle for the chosen dead,we find our bodies clawedAnd with the scent of death,we find that we are not so very awedLoyalties burned-the words our blurred-overturn your ownWalk like dogs and watch the doors-have your other stoneStop the toys that match disordered-calculate the thronesFeel the pulse descending-decaying hallowed tomesIn the starving sense you worship-the nations of debrisYou wear a cost of sewage-that you`ve never ever seenThe time is now-the vicious here-a stolen dinner codeThe license of the savage land-that you`ve always soldSo bite the hand that needs youand bless another coalThe virus never issues-from a cotton so very oldAs the lights come downYou wash your hands and start to climbthe ladder that you stoleSlip the hatch-and spin the sword-the money lords are poorPush the tan-that rolls downhill-their sense of dream absorbedStill the cat that breaks the night-tie him to the coreChase the viruses that believe-that what`s right is scoredIt`s a senseless cash in of right for right-what`s wrong is never goneAnd left is just a bassion for the foolsgolden dawn