Circle Of Dead Children
Circle Of Dead Children - Born On A Bombshell lyrics
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We live in a house of cards where cupidity, Commodity and conformity are shown to be the ultimate resources From which to build our life's foundation upon Wolves gloat from platforms of skull and bone bonded with blood and fraud All free-will sacrificed for the sake of a suit and tie Hang yourself in front of the tinted windows of captivity