Текст и слова песни Abnormality – Question
Torture: subconscious
And domestic, how it feels to ship
A "unit" home to you in plastic,
Cold storage and a casket, open
Your present inside you find
Your darling pride and joy.
Question your leaders and their
Methods. What we call freedoms
Have all boiled down to bribery.
Our list of choices exits so we
Think we have some to make, but if
You try you will discover the
Subtle difference between the
Complacent free and the ones that
Makes the waves. Why must we die
When bureaucrats tell us to? Why
Must we sacrifice ourselves for
The disbelief of others? Why must
We be thrown away? Why must we die
Under false pretense? Torrential
Downpour of bodies bagged and
Toe-tagged with names and ranks or
Destinations but the only
Information of any importance is
The number they're assigned. What
Is to be a statistic blows my
Mind. Why has our sense of
Humanity gone away?
Pseudo-villains, planted for
Propaganda, remind us who we can
Trust, who we can put our faith
In, no one. Boasts of
Accomplishments falling on dead
Ears, a severe affliction of blind
Faith following the blind.
Why must we die?
Why must we die?
Why must we die?
WHY MUST WE DIE?
And domestic, how it feels to ship
A "unit" home to you in plastic,
Cold storage and a casket, open
Your present inside you find
Your darling pride and joy.
Question your leaders and their
Methods. What we call freedoms
Have all boiled down to bribery.
Our list of choices exits so we
Think we have some to make, but if
You try you will discover the
Subtle difference between the
Complacent free and the ones that
Makes the waves. Why must we die
When bureaucrats tell us to? Why
Must we sacrifice ourselves for
The disbelief of others? Why must
We be thrown away? Why must we die
Under false pretense? Torrential
Downpour of bodies bagged and
Toe-tagged with names and ranks or
Destinations but the only
Information of any importance is
The number they're assigned. What
Is to be a statistic blows my
Mind. Why has our sense of
Humanity gone away?
Pseudo-villains, planted for
Propaganda, remind us who we can
Trust, who we can put our faith
In, no one. Boasts of
Accomplishments falling on dead
Ears, a severe affliction of blind
Faith following the blind.
Why must we die?
Why must we die?
Why must we die?
WHY MUST WE DIE?
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