Текст, перевод и аккорды “Trip Rider”
- Service sector populate I bail out on your hate war Disparity`s sweet justice On the rock of sarcasm This is dark nothing you Can do to stop this damn thing now Onward constant push Primal vision amped to destruction Trip rider psychedelic sin into the sun Trip rider screw the nation I hate your dying state Man you could recharge hell The carbon holograms Five billion suckers all Protect the status quo The relics of your progress Third world your starving child Your comfort won`t address Trip rider my sonic sin into the sun Trip rider I hate your nation Conditioned mortal Keep your smile as your coma devours Soul suckers motherfuckers Take it all `til you have none Dream joy while they get rich The country`s corpse to ground and flowers Epithet - thought we were free Misery to pass eternal hours Trip rider my work is never done Trip rider I hate the nation
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