paroles de chanson Through the Chain Link - Stick to Your Guns

We gotta get rid of these fucking money-hungry, greedy people
Me, I'm sad, I cry
You know, this is my, my company
And when I die I'm going to go back to this place
Why can't you just respect my Grandmother, you know?
Respect my, my ways, you know?
Your ways don't work
It's never gonna work because you got the money in front of you, you killed your god
How can I believe in somebody that killed their own god, and now here to destroy us?

I did not ask for any of this but that doesn't mean
That the sins of my father and what he passed down do not belong to me
A foundation of shit upon which we salute, blinded by greed
But the higher it builds, worse gets the view
Have we learned nothing?
Nothing at all

Can not the prisoner dream to one day be free?
Can not the child plagued with disease hope to end their suffering?
Can not the mother who buries her son wish to see him again?

It echoed in me when you said
There is no point
This is the world we live in
There is no point
This is the world we live in
There is no point
This is the world we live in