letra de profits of doom - bitter end
these tanks roll off the line
and though i make them, they ain’t mine
i make my life from sales of death
i feel no guilt, i’m just here to collect
it seems so useless to put up a fight
you’re on their treadmill and there’s no end in sight
they’ve got us trapped in dead end lives
no hope or promise, we fight to survive
well, we see them as they see us
perceptions clouded by fear and mistrust
we miss the point, we’re all the same
each wants the other side to take all the blame
nothing is sacred, nothing is clean
defiled and tainted, completely obscene
they speak of truth with lying eyes
we’ve reached the level of those we despise
well, men on top they roll the dice
they play their games and we all pay the price
and if the truth can set you free
we’re all enslaved by this hypocrisy!
you hear the warnings of pain, doom and strife
can you imagine a fate worse than life?
living this life, you live their lie
live for today for tomorrow we die!
letras aleatórias
- letra de plugg - praisethelord
- letra de bitter rain - lise music
- letra de u fucked up - sergio (alb)
- letra de point me to the glocks - maf teeski
- letra de just wait for me - lilet
- letra de damas de mala reputación - heroicos sobrevivientes
- letra de gta - mc igu
- letra de jeová, minha força e esperança - testemunhas de jeová (jw.org)
- letra de someday - h mortar pdq
- letra de секрет-чат (secret-chat) - nana (ukr)