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letra de zombie - jus daze

with their tanks and their bombs,
and their bombs and their guns,
in your head, in your head,
they are crying.

in your head, in your head,
zombie, zombie, zombie.
what’s in your head, in your head?
zombie, zombie, zombie.

yo, feel a corrupt nation with zombies, not my choice.
it’s just the media drowns us with the wrong voice.
but as a man, we stand in, and gotta keep voice
how a war being fought without no noise?
we loose our voice and innocent people will get the rap kick
no choice to be drafted, the government nasty
and look how long it lasted, ’cause they trenched the truth
they turn it into something new, like elastic
at last it’s time to change our music, and if we pay our dues
and drown up loose ends, fed by spoons, the easy listeners,
give faith to inst-tutionalized prisoners.
west society’s forbidden us to think they’ll mix with us
roll with the other, they’ll try to get rid of us!
no other jail cells are shooting in war,
’cause i pay for crimes they committed before
they train us to think everything we preach is true
i say it everywhere, into everyone’s face
all that’s left is you, walk around like a zombie
’till your brain is bit and you walk out in nothing but your body

with their tanks and their bombs,
and their bombs and their guns,
in your head, in your head,
they are crying.

in your head, in your head,
zombie, zombie, zombie.
what’s in your head, in your head?
zombie, zombie, zombie.

i can see the newspaper, the latest news got me confused
feeling abused, the truth for those who choose to do what they could do.
this circ-mstance, it’s like the brotherhood amonghst madness,
no one hears. advance into a level where the preacher is the devil
to help us settle a beef, acquiring constructed metal
that emits a bullet, while soldiers behind him are forced to pull it
we’re loosing the population, so the world, who’s left to rule it?
i stood out, but never stood up to get out of line
just standing on my own, label me my own kind
i couldn’t’t follow their way, so my own way i find
to rock in their face, it’s my mountain i climb
on the top of the music, on the latest and newest
the news is how they won’t pursuit to hang a swing with a noose
this ain’t nothing new, ain’t nothing but new sense,
so as you central news, they central the news in
it’s proven, it gets worse before it gets better
so, when it ring, of course, of course it rings redder.
you’re not a corpse, you’re the core of the world, so think better.

with their tanks and their bombs,
and their bombs and their guns,
in your head, in your head,
they are crying.

in your head, in your head,
zombie, zombie, zombie.
what’s in your head, in your head?
zombie, zombie, zombie.

- jus daze

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