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Tytuł: Missionary

  • Wykonawca: Pistol Grip
  • Wy¶wietleń: 349
You're a modern day saint but you're still gonna die
  You're a M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y
  A contaminated slice of American pie
  You're a M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y
  
  A soldiers at the door
  I'll lock'em out
  Offended by the message and the shit he's spitting out
  Kick down all the doors
  Spray paint the walls
  I'm breaking down the barriers, I'm gonna watch'em fall
  
  No individuality
  You got a dogmatic lobotomy
  You strike out with efficiency
  You're a cancer to my reality, you gotta go
  
  The wolf's knocking at my door
  Don't let him in
  De Vinci, Galileo, Darwin, Mary Magdalene
  Kick down all the doors
  Spray paint the walls
  I'm setting up deities, I'm gonna watch'em fall
  
  Tales from people long ago
  Nothing we don't alread know
  No more than a puppet show
  We're gonna reap what you sow
  
  One nation's cry, (hey) under a god
  Another land dies, (hey) under a god
  We murder all day, (hey) under a god
  We're gonna waste away, (hey) under a god