paroles de chanson Five Sticks - Gooding

In this fever dream dead of night
We're done with wrong or right
Evil is moving through

Hide behind your gates
You won't know when it's too late
When every lie becomes the truth

Sit down for the feast
And build the perfect beast
Who tells you who to blame

The strongman has you chanting his name
With a whisper the new order came

It's get all you can take
Let it burn and let it break
Just to curb your misery

Destroy from inside out
Sell to the devout
Our contentment was our disease

Five sticks won't save you
Five sticks won't hold
Pick the bones clean and let them roll now
You've gained the world and you've lost your soul

Cut the angels at the knees
No more thank you no more please
No more selfies and shopping sprees

In this fever dream dead of night
We're done with wrong or right
The rational cannot breathe