There's a question mark in the place of a spark That used to be an answer Aiming straight for the heart he missed his mark and The arrow turned to cancer
Far from reach, how the serpents preach Life is a sin when the shepherds are breeding In the quiet place force your mind to erase As the people pray to
Lost in a dream, high and wide Whatever price to keep it by your side The steps to the top are very steep King of the hill when all are fast asleep But
Torn from within disciple 'til the end, wastin' time is how it's always been Kiss the floor, steal the key, lock the door, there's many ways to decline
Here we stand before the call Accused of fire It's too cold and you're too old for me It's time for me to expire Serve to see of what could be Burn the
Invalid at last smothers the working class Nihilist to be turns the scrape into a gash Walking tall and ignorant, this man is now a militant Deceiving
Break neck rat race world does it taste just like it should? You only own what's etched in stone Better get it while the gettin's good Don't weep big
Past regrets and future fears Turns a boy to a man sooner than planned All the same, the boy remains Even though he's free, he can't fly with these heavy
If I was the king of all the rotten Stealing filth from those forgetten Would you be my queen of a desperate land? Do you give a damn? What if I had
When I was young some wise fool told me Live and learn but nothin' comes for free So I did what I could when I was able To keep the truth away from our
Saw the news today, some D.C. suit tryin' to break away Said, "He lost another million" Just another old man tryin' to pass the buck with his dirty hand
When you live your life uptight, untrusted But their blind from the grind but only you can see When the bones that you own have long been dusted You realize
'm fueled by fire guess now I'm old but not much wiser Young blood creepin what you need Wiseblood shake em down to his knees Young blood creepin what you need Wiseblood
Traduction: Corrosion Of Conformity. Wiseblood.
There's a question mark in the place of a spark that used to be an answer aiming straight for the heart but you missed the mark and the arrow turned
here we stand before the call accused of fire, it's too cold and you're too old for me it's time to expire serve to see of what could be burn the freak
If I was king of all the rotten stealing filth from those forgotten would you be my queen of this desperate land, do you give a damn? What if I had