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Wind 4
A thousand heads cut clean across their necks Right down the hall from me The reich's relentless blade Thirsty and shining red Still echoes of their screams This is a tarnished heirloom Passed down through iron fists A shameful house of doom A legacy of collapse, built on a painful truth A thousand years of failure A thousand years they bled To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father They just bowed their heads They meekly did their time Counting the days while harnessed to their rusty shackles Forever occupied Folded the crimson star The rabbit's turned to jackals Still echoes of their screams This is a tarnished heirloom Passed down through iron fists A shameful house of doom A legacy of collapse, built on a painful truth A thousand years of failure A thousand years they bled To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father They just bowed their heads Soviet Hangover, eastern bloc And dirty money still flows through locks A killing ground of rebels, black marketeers Restrained but there's no resistance here Southeast asia in a euro cellblock Saigon's children conceal what they've got The opium trail runs west through here They're selling disease to erase all your fears Still echoes of their screams A thousand years of failure A thousand years they bled To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father They just bowed their heads I won't bow my head Justify, a means to an ending only just beginning Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com To legitimize the conflict that's rendering the Interaction so useless Futility defined, watching you wait for the stars to align
So clueless, so simple it should be a crime And I can't bring myself to save you this time Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite, Woeful irrelevance So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense for incompetence.
For what it's worth, it was over before it began Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands. Victimize, cast off, forgotten daughter, play the martyr So they sympathize with your condition and your position It's strategic how your misfortune became so fortunate Oh, it must be torture keeping up with it Consider me disengaged and find a better character For your stage. Only ever more, still keeping the score, is there Enough for you Keep one thing for sure, stay pure saboteur, it's Simply what you do. For what it's worth, it was over before it began Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands.
Erase this, replace this with something to have hope in Severe all ties that bind, the circle will be broken. Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite, Woeful irrelevance So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense for incompetence. For what it's worth, it was over before it began Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands.
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