Текст песни Warmongers - Jon Simpson
Our
imaginations
now
have
failed
This
lie
to
which
we
are
ensnared
Life
is
a
property
to
defend
Instead
of
beauty
we
must
share
We
kill
each
other
We
kill
our
land
Violence
will
be
our
end
There
are
no
blessings
for
the
warmonger
Their
swords
will
stab
at
their
own
hearts
Trade
your
weapons
For
water's
balm
Your
ramparts
are
burning
Choose
instead
detente
Death
lurks
under
Facades
of
peace
Murder
in
both
Mind
and
flesh
are
real
We
cannot
wash
Blood
from
our
hands
When
it's
our
thoughts
that
Shoot
on
demand
Offered
to
Moloch
Our
progeny
And
made
bravado
Our
sanctuary
Our
mouths
condemn
us
O
rest
assured
(Our)
bodies
will
swing
as
We
hang
on
our
every
word
One
humanity
Under
the
gun
Culture
of
death
For
everyone
There
are
no
blessings
for
the
warmonger
Our
swords
will
stab
at
our
own
hearts
Let's
trade
our
weapons
For
water's
balm
Our
ramparts
are
burning
Won't
we
choose
detente?
Where
is
the
man
of
peace?
Where
is
the
man
of
peace?
Where
is
the
man
of
peace?
Where
is
the
man
of
peace?
1 Stasis
2 Emergence
3 Storm
4 Warmongers
5 Flinch
6 Unsated
7 Mind-Killer
8 Come the Mourning
9 The Longest Walk
10 Somnambulist, Awaken!
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