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letra de anarchy station - rai (vocaloid producer)

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what’s the news with your bloodstained legacy?
a sad song with a reckless melody
we make peace with the hands of eternity
but you’re too blind to see

patch the wounds with a household remedy
push the dagger far as the eye can see
we count cards and cut throats so carelessly
oh, what a place to be

mother, can you hear my call?
one by one, we’re bound to fall
mother, we’ve nowhere to run
staring down the barrel of a gun

sit back, relax take a pass
and feel it on your tongue
oh i’d say it’s nice to know ya
but my dear we’re far too young
take back the past tell the world
that your business here ain’t done
god bless that pretty pink son of a gun

my, my, that’s quite the accusation
now can you hear the sound of liberation?
we trade blows and pass the aggravation
but that’s the beauty of self-preservation
just sign the dotted line
it’s yours to redefine
testify the daughter
desecrate the crime
bounded by the collar
tasting the divine
sanctify the slaughter
rest with the benign

mother, rest your weary wings
i’ll buy you all your favorite things
mother, can you hear my cry?
we thought we’d live to see those b-st-rds die

strike up the band, bite the hand
let’s watch the fountains bleed
oh we’re swingin’ for the fences
we’d drop dead ‘fore we concede
take back the past, tell the world
that your business here ain’t done
god bless that pretty pink son of a gun

the embassy, oh the embassy
we all fall victim to the embassy
the embassy, oh the embassy
we all run circles round the embassy
amnesty, oh the amnesty
gather ’round children for the amnesty
amnesty, oh the amnesty
looking to the sky for the amnesty

ecstasy, oh the ecstasy
slipping through our fingers is the ecstasy
ecstasy, oh the ecstasy
nowhere to be found is the ecstasy

strike up the band, bite the hand
let’s watch the fountains bleed
oh we’re swingin’ for the fences
we’d drop dead ‘fore we concede
take back the past, tell the world
that your business here ain’t done
god bless that pretty pink son of a gun

sit back, relax take a pass
and feel it on your tongue
oh i’d say it’s nice to know ya
but my dear we’re far too young
take back the past tell the world
that your business here ain’t done
god bless that pretty pink son of a gun

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