Текст песни Species - Vices
We
pick
and
choose
which
species
lose
The
bodies
of
others
do
not
belong
to
us
Compassion
includes
food
and
fashion
The
bodies
of
others
do
not
belong
to
us
Man,
I′d
fucking
force
your
hand
To
take
a
stand
Become
the
voice
for
the
voiceless
All
of
the
bloodshed
is
not
needed
It's
possible
to
thrive
without
taking
a
life
The
right
to
life
is
simply
being
alive
When
a
child
cries
out
for
its
mother
We
all
sound
the
same
When
death
is
forced
upon
us
We
all
scream
the
same
Their
blood
Their
blood
Their
blood
is
on
your
hands
Their
blood
Their
blood
Their
blood
is
on
your
fucking
hands
A
life
is
a
life,
man
Their
blood
Their
blood
Their
blood
is
on
your
hands
Their
blood
Their
blood
Their
blood
is
on
your
fucking
hands
1 Species
2 Wither // Collapse
3 Alone
4 Hell
5 Treachery…
6 …suffocate
7 Apathy // Aggression
8 Broken
9 Grey
10 Purpose
11 Isolation
12 Wake
13 Incarnate
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