paroles de chanson Broken Ones - Shaman's Harvest

Running like a pack of rabid dogs
It don′t matter where we came from
Chasing ghosts until we're done
Ain′t no sleep till 21 guns
Mommas let your broken boys roam

Blood boiling within us
With steel gaze and fists of stone
They'll try to break us down
But we've flown too high into the sun
Into the rising sun

We′re the unwanted dregs and broken thieves
Take yours, we′ve given up on selfish dreams
We've come from homes run by bad fathers
Rumor is we′re some bad mothers
Become numb to the pleading screams

Blood boiling within us
With steel gaze and fists of stone
They'll try to break us down
But we′ve flown too high into the sun
Into the setting sun

You! You there, the broken ones
Hear me!
Give us your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refused of your teeming shore
Send the homeless, tempest-tost to me
And we will break them on the wheel of the capitalist floor

Blood boiling within us
With steel gaze and fists of stone
They'll try to break us down
But we′ve flown too high into the sun

Blood boiling within us
With steel gaze and fists of stone
They'll try to break us down
But we've flown too high into the sun
Into oblivion