Тексты песен Ancestors

I'm feeling sick of this I need to get away I'm making no progress Can't find a will to stay This city, this place Is burning down from the inside, an eternal flame In the hallway where I carve my nam

There's no place for anyone to debate us We bomb their countries and we're surprised when they hate us If we refuse our history we will never learn Pouring gasoline on fire only makes it burn HATE BRE

A man stands alone dying in a far-off land He takes his final breath and then he falls into the sand A thousand miles away another man puts up his feet And shuffles through his wallet full of money he

Patterns of repetition In the human condition Have gotten to the point where we just fall into submission I wish you all could see the cost of humanity But everywhere we look theres another atrocity S