So you think you're the answer
A new form of "God"
A destructive master
All you do is feed us rot
Why don't you stab me to death
While your foot is on my throat?
'Cause that's the constant pain I feel
From animosity you promote
Freedom is nowhere to be found
It's buried six feet under the ground
The innocent will drown in sorrow
Will we live to see tomorrow?
Agony and suffering
Governmental mockery
Overwhelmed with police brutality
Pointless criminality
Like poison running through my veins
We live in fear-no escape
No cure for this mental illness
No peace. Decay
Where we always meant to suffer?
We can't just sit and wonder
World Tension - Destructive Master Lyrics
World Tension - Destructive Master Lyrics
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So you think you're the answer
A new form of "God"
A destructive master
All you do is feed us rot
Why don't you stab me to death
While your foot is on my throat?
'Cause that's the constant pain I feel
From animosity you promote
Freedom is nowhere to be found
It's buried six feet under the ground
The innocent will drown in sorrow
Will we live to see tomorrow?
Agony and suffering
Governmental mockery
Overwhelmed with police brutality
Pointless criminality
Like poison running through my veins
We live in fear-no escape
No cure for this mental illness
No peace. Decay
Where we always meant to suffer?
We can't just sit and wonder
A new form of "God"
A destructive master
All you do is feed us rot
Why don't you stab me to death
While your foot is on my throat?
'Cause that's the constant pain I feel
From animosity you promote
Freedom is nowhere to be found
It's buried six feet under the ground
The innocent will drown in sorrow
Will we live to see tomorrow?
Agony and suffering
Governmental mockery
Overwhelmed with police brutality
Pointless criminality
Like poison running through my veins
We live in fear-no escape
No cure for this mental illness
No peace. Decay
Where we always meant to suffer?
We can't just sit and wonder
Writer: Fidel Romero
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid