Machina - Curse Тексты

Another give o faith
Misplace I erase
All the spells you placed on me
Never could of worked
I don’t believe a word
That you couldn’t keep
A curse for yourself
Can’t wake me up
Hey can’t make me up
The soil is dry and dead
The city’s painted red
The golden God’s are fed
Souls for sale
There’s no roots in the tree
No harvest for the feed
Babylon is free
One world slavery
Can’t wake me up
Hey can’t make me up
Underneath the plastic skin
Inside the truth lies deep within
Green with envy all their sins
A fortress empty
Plagues his kin
The hidden leader leads astray
Dawn of evil fades with grace…
Can’t wake me up
Hey can’t make me up/hey
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