Текст песни Remembering Never - From My Cold Dead Hands
Remembering Never - From My Cold Dead Hands слова песни
Force-fed youth watch crippled americaDependent on things not seen in black and whiteResponsibility is a dying art formEverything is out of (gun) control"From my cold dead hands" you saidThrow your gift into the fireInto the fire of apathyYou play the role again and againSmoke your last hope although you`re deadManufactured stupidityThis image beaten into a child easily led to do the sameTelevision is your crutchFear is your godIs this all you`re worth?A wasted opportunityYou sold yourself shortYou sald yourselfThrow your gift into the fireInto the fire of apathyYou play the fool again and againI`ll be here to clean you upI`ll be here to clean up your bodyThis is the death of apathy