Tercüme: Blindspott. Sadece bilin.
Tercüme: Blindspott. Saygılarımla.
it's hard to see the sun sometimes through these eyes. it's hard to see the truth sometimes looking through these eyes. but yet i try. windowsill world
Shoot every fuckin' pig Aim right at its head They out number you But kill as many Aay aay Yes Sir Try and stop me Eye for an eye You're just
Point my gun north Ahead of the riot Against all battle lines You stay in my sight You're my blind spot You're my diamond to mine It's all new, It's
Shoot every fuckin' pig Aim right at its head They out number you But kill as many Aay aay Yes Sir Try and stop me Eye for an eye You're just a fool
It's hard to see the sun sometimes through these eyes. It's hard to see the truth sometimes looking through these eyes But yet I try. Window sill world
Tercüme: A. Kör.
Tercüme: Peter Mulvey. İhale kör.
: Point my gun north Ahead of the riot Against all battle lines You stay in my sight You're my blind spot You're my diamond to mine It's all new, It
We have come full circle, subservient to our self inflicted automation that disregards genuine anguish and promotes synthetic indifference. Not of flesh
The treadmill of your pathetic life rolls on. The world is a series of cages and the people a nation of jailers. The blindspot encircles us all.
Seeds planted by misinformation blossom into patriots and servants whose perception of soil and cloth is equal to that of the blood and skin of their
The pigment of imagination has been woven into the fabric of constitution (Article I, Section II). Our framework has been dictated in black and white
The penetrating stares of judge and jury condemn emotion, dictate the standards of said principles and bore plasticity through your character. Life slowly
The clowns are now the ringmasters backed with the arsenal of the economy. Our ears are plugged when we speak the tongue of reality. Failure to accept
Icons of cruel and fictitious god impregnating minds with a lustful theology of blind obedience. Enslaved by fairy tales, tribulation and dead end hallucinations
Speaking in the name of decaying foundation. Thoughts of mass sterilization, distorting choices for a dreamlike salvation. Factory made humans, plastic
