: into what should not be done, into what was left undone the way you fall onto your knees into what should not be done, into what was left undone revealing
into what should not be done, into what was left undone the way you fall onto your knees into what should not be done, into what was left undone revealing
Tradução: Paradise Lost. Esclavo.
Ross I can hear him through the wall like walk This way they tryin' to dissuade my thoughts I'm a slave to myself and disobey my boss It's all in disarray this parade
and rise From the dead-dead-dead Programmed to produce Slave to survive Machines of flesh and blood Follow illusions Of paradise lost Faith only keeps
to the slave castles where the water is cursed from where police brutality's not half as nice and makes the hood in America look like paradise compared
fulfill Grotesque abstraction Deformed lost in their fate Lunatics murder without any reason A killer instinct that enslaves Endangered dying species for societies Fabric nameless tools lost
machine Nursed by video screens Paradise of insanity Born into a grave of Mental slavery Lost in dark reality Mental slavery [SOLO - FRANK] Just one of a million slaves
the player still pretends In mausoleums, on painted walls The tale of those who'd have it all The slave of glory's lost demands To always leave with empty
the truth No reason for you to cry We'll find the paradise Blood on your lips Ambivalence Lost salvation Lunatic fringe Incarceration Freedom's slave
be a beggar, a waste. so fucking worthless, go crawl away. you're just a rat in a maze. Masters and slaves, pawns in a game, Marching in a funeral parade
This is the world you're free to explore Life is paradise you've been searching for You are the god, you try to implore You're living in a hell that none
lost art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for flying Twisted, living off of each other's sickness like parasites This is paradise We've rediscovered the long-lost
to the slave castles where the water is cursed From where police brutality?s not half as nice It makes the hood in America look like paradise Compared
-wings are bringing you to my paradise In a thousand stories a golden history one left, tells you the true story, of eastern religious slaves Under a
like Ross I can hear him through the wall like walk This way they tryin' to dissuade my thoughts I'm a slave to myself and disobey my boss It's all in disarray this parade
