paroles de chanson Distortion Sleep - Soilwork

In my town where the system sleeps
Nobody gives a damn
It's up to you how to hide or flee
Their hunger never ends

Hateful design builds the structure divine
A territory cold as ice
An endless empire with cynic desire
Born of a broken spell

Feelin' like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
One will stand another will fall down
Find your way out from the constant lack

Feelin' like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
One will stand another will fall down
Find your way out from the constant lack

You gotta get yourself a picture
(Gotta get yourself a picture)
Of what is going on
(What is going on)
'Cause their lips are sealed now
Their honesty never to be found

Hateful design builds the structure divine
A territory cold as ice
An endless empire with cynic desire
Born of a broken spell

Feelin' like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
One will stand another will fall down
Find your way out from the constant lack

Feelin' like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
One will stand another will fall down
Find your way out from the constant lack

Your pride is just a symbol
Another hidden excuse
For being such a savior
Distorting your sick self abuse

Turn over, turn over, turn over
(Argh!)

Feelin' like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
One will stand another will fall down
Find your way out from the constant lack

Feelin' like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
One will stand another will fall down
Find your way out from the constant lack

Feelin' like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
One will stand another will fall down
Find your way out from the constant lack

Feelin' like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
One will stand another will fall down
Find your way out from the constant lack