paroles de chanson The Writing's On The Wall - Asbo Slipz

I hate the state of the Nation
Upon the point of no return
Bring down our own desolation
Now, we are locked in the same room
Two tribes divided by this wound
Infected festering mess
A plague on both our houses

Sunset, the end of the contest
This zero sum game
Lose lose, descend into darkness
Now, we are lost in the same room
Cry havoc! Let the damn thing run
Its' course, to hell with the consequence
No room for common sense just

Bow your head and suck it in
And watch the hammer
Fall upon us as we spin
The writing's on the wall

I've tried to see things through your eyes
To understand why
You feel that leaving will save the
Day, but I can't find the upside
Can't buy that sunlit upland
Dream, well I'm caught in the landslide
As everything turns into
Sand, and flows through my hands
My fingers grasping as it
Goes and falls to the ground
Don't make a sound just knuckle

Down don't say "I told you so"
Just watch the vultures
Prey upon us as we fall
The writing's on the wall

This is the state of the Nation
Bring down our own desolation
Sunset, the end of the contest
Lose lose, descend into darkness
Now, we are trapped in the same room
Two tribes divided by this wound
Cry Havoc! Let the damn thing run
No room for common sense just
Bow your head, just bow your head again
Bow your head again

Bow your head and suck it in
And watch the hammer
Fall upon us as we spin
The writing's on the wall
The writing's on the wall
The writing's on the wall