Текст песни Napalm Death - Suffer The Children

Текст:

Your unflappable conception moralistic views Never open to criticism your overpowering ruse Promises of sanctuary in eternal bliss With starry eyes and cash in hand Pledge all to the masters plan Just face the truth or fund the farce At one with your god your sole intent Your treasured place assured For a substantial rent Global lucancy death threats for supposed blasphemy No room for free thought All non believers pushed to the floor Agressive tyrans supposed saints for the cause Judgement through force faith a fuel for pointless war When all is done who shall benefit? Who is the one? Not those dictators divine waving their deceintful wands

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