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Utwór: Dead Cell

  • wykonawca: Papa Roach
  • wyświetleń: 1283

Born with no soul, lack of control
  Cut from the mold of the anti-socia
  Plug them in and turn them on
  Process data, make yourself the bomb
  What is your target
  What is your reason
  Do you have emotions, is your heart freezing
  Seizing this opportunity to speak
  Ya didn't say nothin but turn your fucking cheek
  Dead cell
  Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said
  Learn a lesson from the almighty dread
  Jah nutty warrior, nothing's scarier
  Kids are getting sick like malaria
  Situation get harrier, throwing up all types of barriers
  I'm tellin ya the kids are getting singled out
  Let me hear the dead cells shout dead cell
  Born with no soul
  Lack of control
  Cut from the mold of the anti-social
  Plug them in and turn them on
  Process the data
  Make yourself the bome
  Stop pointing fingers cause we are the guilty
  Of clean cut lines and truth that's filthy
  Believe what is the root of the word
  Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds
  I don't belive what my eyes behold, No
  I don't believe what my ears are told, No
  Sezin' this opportunity to speak
  I'm saying something don't turn your fucking cheek
  Dead cell
  

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