翻訳: 忘れられていた反乱軍. 死体が静かにしている.
I blame the state and I blame authority I blame hate, I blame the majority I blame the flame that burns in the back of my eyes I blame this and I blame
That's right, you're forced to believe in A life of servitude known as religion You'll never get to make the decisions Any argument is blasphemy Pockets
Air raid! I hear the screaming sirens Cutting through the night As they try to warn the town There's gonna be a firefight Pull out all the furniture
He will not rest 'till things are right He's a revolutionary Unless he dies before he's done And that's probably how it'll be Standing for those forgotten
Fired from the wind and I'm speeding On metal my flames will be feeding Cutting through the clouds like a laser A plutonium heat-seeking murder Black
Capitalism, opportunity knocking You can get what you want Fill your life with a need for greed Nothing is enough Then some live in poverty And people
You used to be about everything Now yer just a face in the crowd Like all of the men that came before you Well, yer just one of them now What made you
We were young and fearless, the keepers of our lives Don't want no one to take away, the brotherhood that we built So we raised the brand and sunk it
buried No evidence to out our lies No skeletons barkin' 'bout what they seen Loose ends are sewn up just like mouths Keep the corpses quiet ?? Keep the corpses quiet
Well I lived in hell, long as I could I walked the sands of No Man's Land Longer than I should Killed the gardens in Babylon And bitten the hand that
Gonna take my fist Bring it down and smash this place Now that boredom's in every crevice of it Should I try to fight or just drink it down? Gotta hit
Exposed in the bastards final show Silent weapons - Storm promises Hell tomorrow Quiet wars - Rest well you can tonight Silent weapons - Storm promises Hell tomorrow Quiet
Hands tied behind my back Blindfolded and I can't see out Keep working but ya just don't count Treat everything like it just don't matter Don't give
Back buried in a laboratory P.O.W.s that can't tell their stories Blood replaced with saline Nerves pushed too far to offer any feeling No one's gonna
where have they gone? Another fuckin' tragedy...another breakdown Slumped in the corner...I wanna passout We are the Forgotten...We've got nothing to lose We are the Forgotten
out of fashion A mode of expression A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized
