Dead Poetic

Dead Poetic - Arlington Arms songtekst

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I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia.

Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved.

On you.

I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to their face.

I watched them scream as they pray for a taste.

Of you. (Watching the walls fall down)



But I won抰 fall on the knife that killed the American dream.



So let us grieve at the fall of Suburbia.

The dreams we抳e made are shoved in the face

Of you.

So get a taste of what was meant to be.

Fall in the waste of what was meant to be

For you. (Watching the walls fall down)



But I won抰 fall on the knife that killed the American dream.



Watching the walls fall down.



I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia.

Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved.

On you.

I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to their face.

I watched them scream as they pray for a taste.

Of you. (Watching the walls fall down)



Watching the walls fall down.
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