Текст песни Project Silence - Pressure__Revolution

Текст:

Pressure of my vengeange A star lit by my wrath Our race - superior Lift up thine spirit to higher depths The weight of your sins Keep you down Pressed to the ground Beaten onto the dust The weight of your hate Dims the vision Sweet tears of joy bleed from your veins Downwards pleasant thoughts can be decieving Leading you towards this temple of flesh and light Stand alone on the edge Of this void and emptiness The cities, the lights, these lifes The ghosts in the machine This Pressure binds all of life into a hollow shell, imitating lesser gods Unleashing a revolution Offering another solution Man made god to sweep away the errors Pressure Pressure Revolution

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