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Reversing, on live channels. make me a saint,
A little make-up never hurt a master of disguise,
In theory, my terror unexplained,
So cover hands with gloves, those made of lies...
CHORUS
World politics, the honor of one's land,
When bombs fly over children, fast,
World politics, Soldiers facing saints,
My words, soon bullets, penetrating hearts
Save me time, and clothe your eyes,
Manage free speech, TV is mine,
Opiate for the world, just bit of lies,
Fake smiles, dull bright eyes.
Turned your back to the transformation,
Lived, through death of the new generation,
Tell stories to children when society's gone loon,
Once atomic bomb peaked human nation
CHORUS
World politics, the honor of one's land,
When bombs fly over children, fast,
World politics, Soldiers facing saints,
My words, soon bullets, penetrating hearts
Reversing, on live channels. make me a saint,
A little make-up never hurt a master of disguise,
In theory, my terror unexplained,
So cover hands with gloves, those made of lies...
Last edited by LivingDeadBoy; 03-04-2005 at 09:35 AM.
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