The Paint Thins 歌词

Rage, your involuntary martyr Caged by the conscience and the throne Gotta fight for what you need But be careful what you breathe Staged by the puppets and the trolls Fame for the power hungry mongers Enslaved by the towers made of stone Will the Virgin Mary grieve For the parting of the sleaze Insane in every sense of the word A pending haze on this trite sinned world Wait til we lay still Dare we stray to this right wing world We gave in - the paint thins Claims to a sacreligious other They dangle the carrot in front of me And the acid burns the keys To the doors that house the weak Only saved by exile to kingdom come