Samuel Caldwell's Revenge
Samuel Caldwell's Revenge - Obscene State Of Murder songtekst
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Stuck in a world, draining our commonsense Spirits of revolution, Diluted with authority None Has the sense, purpose, point or reason Why the world is in this mess We carry an ideal, purpose set to lie And hate the privileged witness to murders Slaughters on the screen, how did we lead ourselves To evolve from this obscene state of murder. Will we ever turn our head from the alibis engraved In a public eye there are no division lines Faiths that tell us to be loyal, To ourselves Tell us to put the revolution on our shelves And the knowledge we acquire, Cause no part of the whole Dilutes us with an official sense of self It's impossible to rebel against the machine That keeps us on the verge of our existence