March Of Death - текст песни
March Of Death
I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm
lightening the function, the form, far from the norm
I wont follow like cattle, I'm more like a catalyst
Calm in the mix of battle
Who let the cowboy on the saddle. He down know a missle from a gavel
Para terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh
but im back in the cipher my foes and friends, with a verse and a pen
against a line I won't toe or defend, Instead I curse at the muderous men
in suits of professionals who act like animals,
this man child, ruthless and wild who gunna chain this beast back on the leash?
This Texas Furor for sure a, compasionless con who serve a, lethal needle to the poor
the cure for crime is murder?
On the Left, left, right left
But its just the march of death
I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy
vexed and pwerless, devoured my hours im motionless with no rest
Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech driveby
A lie is a lie this God is an eagle or a condor for war and nothing more
Islam peace, Islam stare into my eye brother please off our knees
to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas
what is a flag but a shroud of loud, and outside my window is a faceless crowd
Cause a cowering child just took her last breath, one snare in the march of death
On the Left, left, right left
But its just the march of death
Here it comes the sound of terror from above
he flex his Texas twisted tounge
the poor lined up to kill in desert slums
for oil that burn beneath the desert sun
Now we split flame flip this game
we are his targets takin aim
We're the targets takin aim
All his targets are taking aim
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