March of the Dead Songtext
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March of the Dead Songtext
Do you believe in world peace
Where old age is main type of decease?
Well, I don′t, 'cause it sounds like a tale
Too many kings, that we have to hail
They have everything, but not enough
They want more, their methods are rough
And when they′ll want to show their power
You become their cannon fodder
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Me, you, your children and wife
Our existence is not our personal life
Fighting for non-existent goal
So meaningless and awful role
You're a soldier, you owe your life
So go or take backstab with a knife
It's not your fault, not your decision
But they don′t care about your vision
They′ll divide all goods to sell
While you stand at the gates of hell
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Me, you, your children and wife
Our existence is not our personal life
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Homeland - a duty or lie?
I can feel the gun behind my head, goodbye!
Not my decision, not my fault
Not my decision, not my fault
Not my decision, not my fault
Not my decision, not my fault
There's no motherfucking options left here for me
I′ll die by the hands of friends or bullet of enemy
There's no motherfucking options left here for me
I′ll die by the hands of friends or bullet of enemy
Fear, despair and hate
Truth's always so sad
Their holy crusade
It′s looking so mad
Fear, despair and hate
Truth's always so sad
Their holy crusade
Turns to march of the dead
Turns to march of the dead
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Me, you, your children and wife
Our existence is not our personal life
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Homeland - a duty or lie?
I can feel the gun behind my head, goodbye!
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Me, you, your children and wife
Our existence is not our personal life
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Homeland - a duty or lie?
I can feel the gun behind my head, goodbye!
Goodbye!
Goodbye!
Where old age is main type of decease?
Well, I don′t, 'cause it sounds like a tale
Too many kings, that we have to hail
They have everything, but not enough
They want more, their methods are rough
And when they′ll want to show their power
You become their cannon fodder
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Me, you, your children and wife
Our existence is not our personal life
Fighting for non-existent goal
So meaningless and awful role
You're a soldier, you owe your life
So go or take backstab with a knife
It's not your fault, not your decision
But they don′t care about your vision
They′ll divide all goods to sell
While you stand at the gates of hell
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Me, you, your children and wife
Our existence is not our personal life
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Homeland - a duty or lie?
I can feel the gun behind my head, goodbye!
Not my decision, not my fault
Not my decision, not my fault
Not my decision, not my fault
Not my decision, not my fault
There's no motherfucking options left here for me
I′ll die by the hands of friends or bullet of enemy
There's no motherfucking options left here for me
I′ll die by the hands of friends or bullet of enemy
Fear, despair and hate
Truth's always so sad
Their holy crusade
It′s looking so mad
Fear, despair and hate
Truth's always so sad
Their holy crusade
Turns to march of the dead
Turns to march of the dead
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Me, you, your children and wife
Our existence is not our personal life
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Homeland - a duty or lie?
I can feel the gun behind my head, goodbye!
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Me, you, your children and wife
Our existence is not our personal life
Stand up, you have to fight
Nobody gives a fuck about your human rights
Homeland - a duty or lie?
I can feel the gun behind my head, goodbye!
Goodbye!
Goodbye!
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