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Kishore Kumar Hits — Salt The Wound - An Era Of Revolution текст песни

Исполнитель: Salt The Wound

альбом: Ares

Just like paint, this is the human
Way, thou"s death war driven, battlefield scent fulfilled.
Purely blood and excrement,
This is unholy, the holy war is a mask.
Disgust, betrayal, mutiny, destruction. [2x]
Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the.
These stars are spreading, throughout the surface.
The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny,
Grave fear of no return fear without war.
Cause I heard a noise in the
Street after the accident, the accident.
Left to bear arms as our token, left to bear arms. [2x]
Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the.
These stars are spreading, throughout the surface.
The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny,
Grave fear of no return fear without war.
How long will we hold, how long will we.
Hold my escape, my breathe,
My might, this power of my sight,
This bleeding from my own figure.
A motion of the abandoned, this is an era of revolution.
Again the streets grew restless
Leaving heads to the curbs,
Teeth pressing through gums.

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