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Исполнитель: Hostages

альбом: Climate Of Hate

Set it off
Everything is so desolate and bleak
Forced to sell our souls to the corporate machine
I'm fucking sick of the weight of the world on my shoulders
These fucks take and take as the hungry sleep on the street
Can't increase the minimum wage
That would mean they would lose a second of sleep
You mother fuckers
Sites set on violence and bringing lives to an end
Burn the towers, let them jump to the pavement
They all scatter like rats
I'm ready for the hunt
My blade is extended
No coming back, no tomorrow
You fucking pussy
We all bleed the same fucking blood and
I'd love to be covered in yours
No fuck way out of this
I'll go in a hail of gunfire
Before I let any of you win
I'll suffer in hell
Before I let it go alive
So hell is where I'll reside
You think you know what hell is
You think you know what hell is
You think you know what hell is
You don't know fucking anything

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