Paroles de Chain smoking

Coalesce

pochette album Chain smoking
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Date de parution : 22/11/2011

Durée : 0:03:41

Style : Rock



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Fairy tales of fire, more trials of strength and tribulations
That mean life or death for us all here, you are boring me
Solutions not emotion, emotion not declarations
Im repeating nothing, im caring not, save the tired cliche's
For the already converted poetic licenses have been severely strained

Kill that albatross for its not of truth
It speaks of eternal life without sacrifice
Kill that fucker theres no wrath to follow
Its godless and its incoherent and its still in the flesh

I can not see it one commitment linking revolving worlds
And thats all you are, a politician, too much gray stop it
Theres too much, no cut and dry truth to be had
Black and whites long been nonexistent, so i part my way

Kill that fucker, theres no wrath to follow
Its godless, its incoherent and its in the flesh, kill it

So what is the point anyway? you do not give a fuck
About people and god takes care of his own
Lets drag them into the streets, death to all carnivores
And vivisectors and dont stop there

Dont stop with names like fag and nigger
By your own word we are all gods and everyone
Anyone might think undesirable deserves death
Sin doesnt exist anymore, we are merely animals

Kill the albatross for its not of truth
It speaks of eternal life without sacrifice
Kill that fucker theres no wrath to follow
Its godless and its incoherent and its still in the flesh

I can not see it one commitment linking revolving worlds
So i part my way, shell shake herself free of us soon enough
And nothing will have mattered, hes coming a second time
One last time then its just a matter of how long it will be
Before we are considered a find

Another artifact in the dips and rises of civilization
But still it has turned into a commodity and i listened to you
Every last one and still i ate it all, i believed it all

Now i just hate it all, ive never been so conceited to think
That our fate doesnt lie in god, so ask me again if i care
Im not for sale but im still coming after you and i am collecting

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