Paroles de Origins

Soiling our land with impunity unfair Disdain, conceit, like they just don't care Dishonored but knees not down Be aware of the countdown One foot in the grave Heaven's gates for the brave This time I feel it, I've gotta live it I see no peace through this battlefield This breed didn't deserve what it owns Shame engraved on their tombstones Rancor makes our blood boil Contempt and offense under the gun The ghost of violence grows and obfuscates I think I am insane, I'm sure we are insane In our veins, in our brains In our hearts, in our lives Survival, violence grows in this disorder, pressure The war is on the verge of breaking out This time I feel it, I've gotta live it I see no peace through this battlefield Turn your eyes one towards the other Deny the bound state