of sin A mad collection of broken men Thunder ripping out across the sky Draw the lightning out of my mind By the prickling of my thumbs Something wicked
of sin A mad collection of broken men Thunder ripping out across the sky Draw the lighning out of my mind By the prickling of my thumbs Something wicked
翻訳: 核アサルト. 何か邪悪な.
: It's fucking art, man!!!
: A spiral of anger breaks its human fold A chapter of hatred starts its evil flow Now a trial begins A clash of senseless hate Before the fences mend
: The son of families of millionaires is representing the masses I thought that most people I know are broke Taxation by representation tell me all about
: Another time of madness descends Why can't the hatred ever seem to end Man against man brothers fighting one another And no one ready to make amends
: Wander into someone's life you're self assured You're building trust and winning dreams You hide behind hind a mask your face is not your own Of your
: Doe, a deer thut Nugent shot Ray, a fish that's flat Me, the guy who's always getting fucked Fa, the ride to our next gig So, it means I'm not impressed
: The human soul is always free Some people they keep secrets They say that we are not telling And I know in their silence It slips right through their
: Politicians' plastic grin Talking with that alien We can rest our troubled minds tonight No solutions here on earth The president's a fucking jerk
: See a man living behind glass walls His eyes are blind they see nothing, nothing at all, All his thoughts bend twards things, things that only he sees
