Badmouth - Empires 歌词

Peasant slave wages for an arm & a leg. Bastard children of sleepless nights.
Pick the bones clean it's your dinner tonight. Finding comfort in hands that mold.
Modern day slavery they're trying to hide. No soul left. Depleted life.
An empty shell seeking chemical help. Familiar with the path but still we allow
the tie to become our noose.
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