paroles de chanson Bastards - Ian Moore

Without a thought, their lungs pulled deep
A bitter breath, your heresy
A thousand voices carelessly
They cut your skin

And they cut you right into your veins
Your blood was spilled and the justice paid
Were they blinded by the fearful rage
Of things they couldn't carry

And when you stop, yeah, your body starts to shake
Then you found it hard to concentrate
And the irony was blind
As you turned to face the crowd
And don't you let the bastards get you down

Your faith was questioned by so many men
Who condemn the things that they don't understand
Waiting for the day when they can shed their skin
Their solitary crimes

From the body burning empty there
With a small communion and a quiet prayer
Put a dollar in the coffer if your flesh is weak
To be the meek

And you will pay for all the things they can't afford
The fragile faithful in the service of the Lord
And the irony was blind
As you turned to face the crowd
And don't you let the bastards get you down

Yeah, with your camo boots and your close-cropped hair
Like Joan of Arc with a Dublin stare
A capella versions of a song of war
For the people that aren't ready for the real hardcore
Hypocrisy was louder than the hate they spit
When you crossed the line, when you flipped the switch
Lobotomized solidarity
You were bared like a martyr for the world to see
For the people that appear to be without a spine
Switch allegiance like they're switching ties
Live their whole life just like a TV show
The serial relations and the safety jokes
Epithets are flying like a hornet's swamp
Cause you got too close, might have done them harm
Fear for the day when the poison comes and they are still asleep

And when you stop, yeah, your body starts to shake
Then you found it hard to concentrate
And the irony was blind
As she turned to face the crowd
And don't you let the bastards get you down