Raised As Targets
This is now!
First breath, led lights, life began and going down
Pale world, human void, smiles becoming frowns
(and we are)
Watching, soaking all the hate that you emit
Singing songs of violence, marching on the streets
We praise the gun and government
Though we are raised as targets
From nothing into nowhere, bend
The future dead sons of the Land
This is now!
Soft voice, white noise, words of malice on TV
Past wars, new wars haunt us in our sleep, (and we're)
Praising massacres covered by the blinds of lie
Underneath their blessings, we prepare to die!
We praise the gun and government
Though we are raised as targets
From nothing into nowhere, bend
The future dead sons of the Land
New generations, but same fate
Zinc coffins shine in mothers hands
The only memory that's left
Face of a child in a tactical helm
Born under stars of red
The same eyes on screen for two decades
The mark is on your head
I'm sorry, kid, your life's a counterfeit
This is now!
All hammers fall tonight!
We praise the gun and government
Though we are raised as targets
From nothing into nowhere, bend
The future dead sons of the Land
First breath, led lights, life began and going down
Pale world, human void, smiles becoming frowns
(and we are)
Watching, soaking all the hate that you emit
Singing songs of violence, marching on the streets
We praise the gun and government
Though we are raised as targets
From nothing into nowhere, bend
The future dead sons of the Land
This is now!
Soft voice, white noise, words of malice on TV
Past wars, new wars haunt us in our sleep, (and we're)
Praising massacres covered by the blinds of lie
Underneath their blessings, we prepare to die!
We praise the gun and government
Though we are raised as targets
From nothing into nowhere, bend
The future dead sons of the Land
New generations, but same fate
Zinc coffins shine in mothers hands
The only memory that's left
Face of a child in a tactical helm
Born under stars of red
The same eyes on screen for two decades
The mark is on your head
I'm sorry, kid, your life's a counterfeit
This is now!
All hammers fall tonight!
We praise the gun and government
Though we are raised as targets
From nothing into nowhere, bend
The future dead sons of the Land
Credits
Writer(s): максим колесов
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