Текст песни Endseeker - Count The Dead

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Broken dreams, broken hope. The world is on the edge. The eve of conflict, dawn of war, Misery the pledge. Politics of madmen leading to catastrophy, democracy on its knees, fascist brutality. See them marching see them walk see them shouting see them talk see them dominate the streets when history repeats. Condemned to watch on our TV screens powerless ruled by machines propaganda, mind control beated down, left to crawl. Insainity elected by the people being fooled civil rights and common sense disposed and overruled when streets become the battlefields and cities start to burn it's time to tame some action and to make the tables turn. Violence, regicide, last resort, bonafide. When the voice of protest dies unheard tears of anger, vision blurred. vicious cycle planting hate. No turning back, it's too late. Escalation, firing shots, placing votes from the rooftops. Insainity elected by the people being fooled civil rights and common sense disposed and overruled reign of terror, money, greed, exploitation beyond the need civil unrest, kneel of war, uncertain outcome, death for sure. minorities, weak uppressed law enforcement on their chest overpower, clash of classes It's the few against the masses. see the fires burning in the streets society severely bleeds cancer of injustice grows lack of prospects overdose watch from distance in the news malice raging on the loose blazing flames the night turns red pile up the bodies, count the dead

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