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God Awfuls The

i wont wear your uniform and i wont play the part stolen dreams and stolen youth but you cannot steal my heart propagndists piss-pot poor is the moniker

i guess i shouldnt blame you for all the pitfalls in my life all self obsessed and a callous broken will an ounce of booze to chase your shame wont make

Complacent working class get up and off your ass You say you'd die for freedom but the riot never comes We need a revolution A social Evolution, The

What can you do when you're born a broken soul, Broken homes & no love shown, empty pockets & empty hearts, I've been at constant war & I've never questioned

I've been stripped down and kicked out and shown the fucking door, don't need no friends to make amends 'cause i'm the one at war, a word to the wise

future's black as the world burns with the pigs in power are taking turns fucking you and feeding off your flesh from the corners to the capitol we all

The devil plays hits where you'd least expect Its cold and dark when you're buried alive See how it feels marching into the flames. Its warm and bright

Översättning: Rädsla Innan The March of Flames. Den Gud Awful Truth.

The devil plays hits where you'd least expect It's cold and dark when you're buried alive See how it feels marching into the flames. It's warm and bright