Evil is so civilised Far out across the rooftops Where the televisions sleep Behind the perfect picture Lie fanfitical beliefs White sheets and burning
Civilised All at once it starts to rain acid burning in the earth Leaving me to start again is it all that we are worth Can we try to stop it is it worth
got to be your civilised societies You got nothing for me It's got to be your civilised societies You got nothing for me It's got to be your civilised
Übersetzung: Pitchshifter. Zivilisierte.
Übersetzung: Gift. Zivilisierte.
the cause Can we stop them killing us me my children you and yours Laughing crying spinning dying no more children truth or lying Selling buying no denying my god are we not civilised
worth the cause Can we stop them killing us me my children you and yours Laughing crying spinning dying no more children truth or lying Selling buying no denying my god are we not civilised
: Crying in the streets, they run for their lives. How can you lead them to heaven, they don't realize? Children of the night, how far can we fall
: Oel und erdgas sind verbraucht Klimawandel, katastrophen, pandemien brechen aus Terroranschlaege, amoklauf Die gesellschaft loest sich auf Angriff
: You made me need you Need you so bad Would you believe And never so mad, oh yeah Double cross me once, and never cross me again Now you're running '
: I woke around this morning at 7:30 thirty Head hurtin and my stomach felt funny funny Then all of a sudden a hand came out the sky Sucker's swarming
: Bombs exploding, and tears are flowing, chasing rockets and gasping for air You can call it justice or retribution, yet the reasons are never clear
: Power to rise above strength, ascend to fall tower the world and in one stroke forgotten build a great federation up to crumble buried alive with the
New civilization, new civilization All over this land, all over this land Small ones having smaller and smaller Small ones having smaller and smaller
We move more than I would like to gamble I came with my POOR FOUR EYES crawling weakling warning my favorite come and lie here Under my bed or deep
(1st VERSE) Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east, Paralyzed and possesed by crusadors deceased, Lost in the silence, the call from the
Bombs exploding and tears are flowing Chasing rockets and gasping for air You can call it justice or retribution Yet the reasons are never clear Freedom
