just don't get it Burn it, burn this lie down Burn it, no more enslavement Burn it, burn this history page Burn it, just fucking burn it Human life
Übersetzung: Refused. Burn It.
we just don't get it Burn it - burn this lie down Burn it - no more enslavement Burn it - burn this history page Burn it - just fucking burn it Human
Don't you wanna spend about an hour with me The scent and the aroma refuses to breathe It's more like a haze that's trying to succeed It's drawing me
have to get yourself together before it's too late It's up to you to be a bum or someone great We all have it in us, and that is why They tell us lies
Trackmasters (mmmm) Uh, red hot, baby Honey, listen up (listen) The lies and pain, it's enough (it's enough) End it, exit, leave homes alone (uh,
can refuse, Well I'd take the chance but it's hard to dance, With size 8 concrete shoes. Well you take it all for granted, So it should come as no
fountain our love is crazy, we?re nuts, but I refused counsellin? this house is too huge, if you move out I?ll burn all two thousand square feet of it
tender was never the night In tears I see you, the last time it will be so give me your blessing, I'll meet my destiny No rest for the Sinner Hypnos refused
and doops Gimme some space To burn di nincompoops Why should ghetto youths dem have to war over cheese wid these big machines That you bring from over seas It burn
: Do not hide your sorrow, Or banish it from sight Take it out to burn, Turn the pain against it In a day, that holds no other What are we? The fuel
but I'm so glad I came Fire in the basement Burn me up, scream and shout Fire in the basement Only you can put it out Smoky eyes burning bright Innocence
paints my mind) (Cross the invisible line) (And you'll be paid in kind) [REPEAT] GET IT! HA HA HA HA HA HA Criminal All the suffering It makes me think
have some faith and you can see it through Keep your head up - What they want from me ain't gotta clue Keep your head up - Swallow pride before it swallows
a book of lies. Can you see through it? Obsessed with black misery your gods a myth. A symbol made of gold Holywater burns, The cross that you refuse
a burst of anger And had their parents bleed to death on the floor of a dirty bathroom I watched their palaces burn, I seen the ashes of my comrades
in your hands Frozen the ground refused to die And the guitar rose again But when a southern anthem rings She will buckle to that sound When that southern anthem sings It
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