Текст, перевод и аккорды “Greed Killing”
- The wrong time, the wrong place, our smiling face of distrust. Buried, the seed deep in all our heads. Prepared ourselves for the fall. The greed killing ! Instinct of mistrust, instinct - the lust. Their butchery of feelings, geared for the greed killing. The greed killing ! Not now, then when ? Not now, then when ? When ? The lust denies the need. Existence is a steady flow, the moulded image grows. No core, no faith in what you are, the pressure builds right from the start. Could it be just sour grapes ? Or have we failed to fit their shape ? It's always give, and never take. How much more can we give ? How much more can we take ?
Поделитесь с друзьями:
Поделитесь с друзьями: