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Antischism - Scream/Violent World lyrics
Violent world full of hate It's been too long, is it too late? Too late to rise above your lives of two fisted love? Tell me you can hear the crying? Can you hear the screams? Can you see the fighting? It's not as bad as it seems Violent world full of hate I can see the anger on everyone's face The anger lies deep down inside us all And you can't repress the violence with two fisted laws Can hear the crying? Can you hear the screams? Can you see the fighting? It's not as bad as it seems Violent world full of hate We murder, rape, lie and steal And then we kill the people who kill To teach the people that it's wrong to kill Can hear the crying? Can you hear the screams? Can you see the fighting? It's not as bad as it seems [x2] Violent world full of hate And it's just getting worse And I'm afraid that peace is just a word That we have forgotten how to say And soon enough you know we are going to have to pay Blood and guts are all I see In the movies and on TV Our infatuation with brutality reflects a violent sick society -- end of time too much has been said about the end of time a million pointed fingers including mine but when the dusk falls to begin the august winter we all will have written a verse to the final gospel [2x] so throw up your hands and sing a praise to your lord for the ability to see and yet not see what we cannot ignore now i feel there is no hope time's a clock that's moving backwards ticking away our last chances moving so much faster i think we're already dead! no matter what's been said! hell is now and now is hell and we will pay for all we did [x2] someone somewhere is laughing so had at how easily things can be taken so very hard and still we feed the fire of the coming storm that is human extermination taking form from deep inside my bones i feel anticipation burning and when i put my ear to the floor i hear revolution and yet i'm ashamed at the simplicity of humanity and its mentality and how easy this society can be shaped and molded into formless mindless clay too much has been said about the end of time a million pointed fingers including mine but when the dusk falls to begin the august winter we all will have written a verse to the final gospel |
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