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Dmitry MetalLord
Лирика : Blinded Colony : Bedtime Prayers : In Here
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In Here
Bedtime Prayers (2007)
Blinded Colony
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8 февраля 10, 21:58
Cut me out from the belly, first light dazzling me
Gave me a name followed by a number
In here we cannot run away
In here we are meant to stay
In here, until we fade away
In here we are held back
Borders everywhere, musts everywhere
I don`t know where I want to go, but I won`t stay here
Late racists drew these lines
Locked up by your name in modern time
I eat, I sleep, I guard what`s mine
What they call freedom I cannot find
Forced to complete in this bloody game
It`s fucked how we don`t complain
I cannot live with the end when I can`t play
In here we cannot run away
In here we are meant to stay
In here until we fade away
In here we are fucked
What`s the price of the sun?
When you own it you?ll charge us all
What`s the price of this earth?
Since you own it you charge us all for living, for breathing...
I can no longer breathe in here
Late racists drew these lines
Locked up by your name in modern time
I eat, I sleep, I guard what`s mine
What they call freedom I cannot find
Gave me a name followed by a number
In here we cannot run away
In here we are meant to stay
In here, until we fade away
In here we are held back
Borders everywhere, musts everywhere
I don`t know where I want to go, but I won`t stay here
Late racists drew these lines
Locked up by your name in modern time
I eat, I sleep, I guard what`s mine
What they call freedom I cannot find
Forced to complete in this bloody game
It`s fucked how we don`t complain
I cannot live with the end when I can`t play
In here we cannot run away
In here we are meant to stay
In here until we fade away
In here we are fucked
What`s the price of the sun?
When you own it you?ll charge us all
What`s the price of this earth?
Since you own it you charge us all for living, for breathing...
I can no longer breathe in here
Late racists drew these lines
Locked up by your name in modern time
I eat, I sleep, I guard what`s mine
What they call freedom I cannot find
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