Closed into self asylum On ice that's paper thin Wrapped up for good protection Keep that from getting in The shadows bring the shelter Some refuge from
[Halford/Tilse/Travis] Closed into self asylum, On ice that's paper thin. Wrapped up for good protection. Keep that from getting in. The shadows bring
Traducere: Lupta. Sub Violenta.
tongues were being talked The garbage lying in the streets of the Village, Smiling face of an unknown Bob Dylan (do it again, man) She was sixteen, young and so willin' The sudden violence
precinct number X That was when alien geraniums entered into a fight No violence, of course, no violence, no violence, of course Hey, hey no violence
the enemy of the world our greatest defeat slave warfare our wings are almost dry and free absorbing violence [pain] punishing pain poetry is the perfume
lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people. Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule? How is it that
not know how cruel that could be Fighting a war that rages inside The world can't see the hate that burns in there How can we face what lies beneath,
violence grows and it's designed To spy and try to poke your eyes While laying low Beneath the seven different reasons for satellites Eleven different reasons for fists in fights
death, the lesson learned too late Escalating tensions sweeping 'cross our land A gun beneath your pillow you fail to understand Images of violence
beneath a blackened sky Until the day we die Under a total blackened sky Fight bound in fight Demons and gods, Kaisers and fools Bound in a fight, once
'Til the day we die We have to live beneath this blackened sky 'Til the day we die Under a total blackened sky Fight, bound in fight Demons and Gods
inside the darkness. so whatcha want, miss? don't check my pulse because i'm heartless. you were my life support. and in a sense my defense fights the
And the chaos reigns; it is insane ... The violence of technology; something so obscene ... Behold the bloody ritual; the forces are engaged ... The
maiden may be stolen while she slept Nor robbed of her freedom to decide What suits her best. No county's law is needed To cut the weed of violence from
Set stayed in the hard desert To him belonged all drought and perversity And he sheds his tears Beneath the Boat of Millions of years And he fights
maiden may be stolen while she slept Nor robbed of her freedom to decide What suits her best. No county?s law is needed To cut the weed of violence from
I won't let it bring me down Bring me down... I say it's enstilled As I peep from beneath the titled brim of my pinwheel Steady mobbin', heavy problems Genocide resynthesize to violence
