Yeah! the way I feel, seems to me to be so real. So sick and tired you know just how I feel. Cops they dress in black, they bid their lives. The bribes they stack, so sick and tired.
I'm not one to say. Where my feelings are going when they wither away. I pray to see another day. My heart's feeling like a needle lost in the hay. Restrained to meet again.
Can't you see. That in the world we live in. Political lies. Are just corporate decisions. They'll take away. All the hopes, not their promises. They'll put an end to this.
The day's vanished in the night, soon the children pray. Pray themselves alone, te hate build from their pride. You can't take away, can't take what they own!.
Put your life on the line. To hesitate is a waste of time. No giving in to repent. Unto the system of the government. . It's called the People's Republic here.
Bold is the one who dares to say what he feels. Renegation man, to one he yeilds. The bleeding hearts and empty minds, hiding words they fear. Blind is the one who censors what we see and hear.
Time is nothing but life's decay. Pitch your reverend path. This is the path you paved. What you will find. . Is life's only way. There's no looking back.
We all will go and stay sometime. Soon to be the victim of a crime. Loss of blood and death is near. Take a number, can you wait right here. . Check-in to the place.
Hail to the new leader now. Ruler of this land,. With plans that follow. To demonstrate. Fear the blackened band. So horrid. And deathly true. Dishonest and powermad.
Fools the ones who stray, the rain forest burns away. Know what to believe, this is the air we breathe. So the world we know is dying slow in south america.
Locked in the darkened world. Made to never last. That's where the dreams you seek. Are like stories from the past. . Sweet infant child's born. Sweet mother of the womt.
Shadows glow from the full moonlight. Hear clouds cry, it's so insane. Souls hold on to the key of life. See how it's bleeding from the pain. . When will they open their eyes.
In regards to the nature used with pacts of magic. Spirits from the vastly deep. Respond the calls from their broken silence. Make sure your reach does not exced your grasp.
[Music: Skolnick, Peterson, Clemente]. [Lyrics: Skolnick, Peterson, Billy][4:39]. . Living my life on borrowed time. Watching my dreams disappear. My fists slowly clench.
All that can escape me, all I realize. That it will come back to me the day my father dies. His burning eyes would stare at you. I was born a masochise.
Life, as we know. Is full of gloom. Oppress the masses. We'll lead to our doom. We want the right. To live or die. Can't take away. What we feel inside.