Paroles de Weathermen

A black sheep bleeds rage from its eyes Chaos shakes the ground and the sky turns black when old buildings start to fall down We will drag our skulls until we stand Those who don't remember the past are condemned to repeat it We breathe panic attacks Dirty pigs are going to be sold as martyrs they march along the way to die Aware and restless, they can't stop our turmoil Those who don't remember the past are condemned to repeat it