Join the Mob
Can you hear their scream
Can you smell their blood
It's too far away
It was on the news
And felt unreal
Like the games we play
So sure we will live forever
They can die we don't care
We will pay the price
For the lives we're leading
For we close our eyes
To their death and bleeding
Oh the sun we're sitting under
Retribution it will bring
For we're selfish and cold-hearted
And unwilling to help
When there's someone in need
Listen now
People of the Book
Or our swords they will speak
You will burn
Our God
Can't you see
Is the one
That is real"
So sure we will live forever
They can die we don't care
We will pay the price
For the lives we're leading
For we close our eyes
To their death and bleeding
Oh the sun we're sitting under
Retribution it will bring
For we're selfish and cold-hearted
And unwilling to help
When there's someone in need
Peace is all they we want
All they dream about
We sit in our chairs
When they die around
Killed by men without
Sign of beating heart
Fanatics of fear
Warriors of the dark
Are we satisfied
With our apple pie
Comfort in our zones
Time has yet to come
Coward thinks he's safe
No mercy for him
World without the war
Is only a dream
Can you smell their blood
It's too far away
It was on the news
And felt unreal
Like the games we play
So sure we will live forever
They can die we don't care
We will pay the price
For the lives we're leading
For we close our eyes
To their death and bleeding
Oh the sun we're sitting under
Retribution it will bring
For we're selfish and cold-hearted
And unwilling to help
When there's someone in need
Listen now
People of the Book
Or our swords they will speak
You will burn
Our God
Can't you see
Is the one
That is real"
So sure we will live forever
They can die we don't care
We will pay the price
For the lives we're leading
For we close our eyes
To their death and bleeding
Oh the sun we're sitting under
Retribution it will bring
For we're selfish and cold-hearted
And unwilling to help
When there's someone in need
Peace is all they we want
All they dream about
We sit in our chairs
When they die around
Killed by men without
Sign of beating heart
Fanatics of fear
Warriors of the dark
Are we satisfied
With our apple pie
Comfort in our zones
Time has yet to come
Coward thinks he's safe
No mercy for him
World without the war
Is only a dream
Credits
Writer(s): Wrona Michal Maciej, Stodolak Sebastian Michal
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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