Twórczość własna i inne pierdoły

"The Black Suits Visitations"

They said the liberty was ahead,

And we've longed for it until we were dead.

It's not a symptom, it's a cause,

There's always a thorn to every rose.

And I'm not judging, and it is not an accuse,

Personal vendetta for society abuse.

Running towards every better tomorrow,

Which never came alive.

Sad, gray soldiers, holding their silent breath,

Bitterly living in the lie.

Chain shines, heartbeat slows,

Handcuffs too tight.

Tonight is the night

(tonight well fight!)

Feed us with faces from the glass screen,

Ether stained with fake collaboration!

Hear the innocents scream,

This is the end of blinding the nation!

Resurrection of the walking dead,

To put this circus to the end.

They said "we have guns and ammunition!"

And we'd riot on the streets with our own division.

It's not a rampage, We are just taking a stand,

Your time is up, government of condemned.

And I'm not a leader, and It's not a high treason,

With eyes wide opened we're breaking out of this prison.

Crossing fists with puppets of corruption,

Which ruled far too long.

Wiretapping that makes you shiver,

and forces to bite your tongue.

Theater crumbles, big change is near,

Confront with them,

Fight without the doubt

(Fight without a fear!)

Feed us with faces from the glass screen,

Ether stained with fake collaboration!

Hear the innocents scream,

This is the end of blinding the nation!

We'll resurrect the spirits of the uprising,

End of rotten ones might be surprising!

With stones and bottles in our hands,

With loud roars of our rage,

We'll step forward to end this venomous age.

On knees, dying one by one,

Forgotten by history.

Sacrificing ourselves,

for a thing that need's to be done.

(Chain shines, heartbeat slows,

Handcuffs too tight.

Tonight well see the light, tonight...)