paroles de chanson Voice of Rebellion - Pro-Pain

Die, fucker!
I bet you'd like a little pain with your pleasure.
For we measure up like a beast.
We go a long way to love you all for the minute,
Then leave you deceased

For such a thankless endeavor
We gave all ourselves,
And now we've absolutely nothing to show
For it but some pride on the shelves.

Our voice of rebellion
Falls on deaf ears
With no heroes to be found,
But only pestilence.

Black smoke,
No tears as end grows near,
Dust clears and I'll appear.
So consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!

Consider this a warning shot.
I bet you think you've seen it all
But you didn't,
No, not even close.

Don't you think a little credit's
Due to those who gave up the most spread of the world?
Let the knowledge in
And crack open the mind.

To those who deceived us,
Fuck you and your kind!
Our voice of rebellion,
Drowned out by fear.

On heads we shall roll.
Spit venom,
Let the chips
Fall where they may.

What they made
Embrace your fate,
Succumb to my hate in these words.
I will be heard!

So consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!
So consider this a warning shot, fucker!
Our voice of rebellion falls on deaf ears
With no heroes to be found, but only pestilence.

Black smoke,
No tears as
End grows near,
Dust clears and I'll appear.

So consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!
Consider this a warning shot,
Consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!

Consider this a warning shot
Consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!
Consider this a warning shot.

Just consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!
Consider this a warning shot.
Die, fucker!