GODDAMNED
Is this about my color? Is this about my race?
Perforated fervor, for human peace?
You can lynch my feelings, ever rape my hopes
Is there a god then, he sure ain't at home...
Got my resents burning up inside, like promises...
Got my resents burning up, but why? like promises...
Is this about believers or the heathen face?
Poisoned the wells of protest
I am defiled, you are to blame
Closing walls hide your cold-blooded sins
I can't be that soulless to knife a friend
Why can't there be saviours with more sense
But I don't know why, I'd rather die before I can
And I don't know why spite is all for me you have
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Band Comment:
"Angry rock," don't you think? |
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